“I read in a book once that a rose by any other name would smell as sweet, but I’ve never been able to believe it. I don’t believe a rose WOULD be as nice if it was called a thistle or a skunk cabbage.”
L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables
I saw Duana Taha’s book in the Ontario Library Association’s gift shop at a recent conference. It was the only book among many presumably scrumptious reads that captured my attention enough to compel me to handle it physically, reading the flaps of the dust jacket and chunks of page wherever my leafing would take me. I requested it from the library within days of our spark of an encounter, and soon after had my hands on a copy of the book for three glorious weeks. The Name Therapist is nominated for the 2017 Evergreen Award, and although my impression is coloured by my own predilection (being a so-called ‘name-nerd’), I can understand why it is deserving of the recognition. As Hermione Granger would say, names have power, and everybody has a story to tell about Continue reading
As February is rolling in with ever more pronounced landmarks, the malls are in full swing with emetic playlists meant to inspire Valentine shopping. I must admit, I had forgotten about V-Day until I was hit by a barrage of ooey-gooey music during an early morning troop through Vaughan Mills Mall, and I had to ask myself; is it possible to love too much? I’ve come to the conclusion that YES, it is possible! But I came to this realization in a bit of an unorthodox manner – a huge shocker coming from a post in a library blog – and that is my love of visually gratifying, physical books (but physical and sensual – that’s Valentines-y, right?). Five years ago, my grandmother gave me Continue reading
By far, the greatest book ever written.
I may be exaggerating, but even I’m not *convinced* the above is an hyperbole. I’m also not convinced that ‘an’ is correct in front of ‘hyperbole’ but I like it better so it’s staying.
It’s like the coolest, fun-est* buddy you could ever want to have crashing the party in the 641s, and all the other books on the shelf be like, “Woah, where did she come from and why haven’t we heard of sloppy janes before!?” Expect over-the-top, witty humour throughout this exceptional cookbook that will provide recipes extending far outside of the merriment of the kitchen. A book for the brave, a book for life, a book for the joy of the shameless pun.