I’ve made up my mind. I’m going to be Rory Deveaux for Halloween. I already have the basic looks — dark hair, fair skin, round face. Clothes are no problem — jeans, T-shirt, vintage black velvet jacket — because they are my clothes. Red lipstick? Check. Southern accent? Got it. Just need to pick up [...]
Posts Tagged ‘London’
Shades of London
Posted in Fiction, Reviews, Thoughts on Books, Uncategorized, tagged ghost story, Halloween, Jack the Ripper, London, Maureen Johnson, Nook, Orange County Library, paranormal, teen fiction, The Name of the Star on October 27, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
Happy birthday, Holmes
Posted in Fiction, Thoughts on Books, Uncategorized, Writing and Reading, tagged Bram Stoker, detective fiction, Dracula, elementary, Graham Moore, historical fiction, London, Sherlock Holmes, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, the Baker Street Irregulars, the game's afoot, The Sherlockian on January 6, 2011 | 1 Comment »
January 6 has long been considered the birthday of the great detective Sherlock Holmes by members of the Baker Street Irregulars, the foremost society of Holmes’ scholars and enthusiasts. That Holmes is the fictional creation of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle matters not. As T.S. Eliot wrote in a 1929 review of The Complete Sherlock Holmes [...]
Yes to the dress
Posted in Fiction, Reviews, Uncategorized, tagged A Vintage Affair, chick lit, Isabel Wolff, London on August 12, 2010 | 5 Comments »
I’d like to think of my clothes as vintage chic, but, really, they’re just old ordinary. I do have a hat that belonged to my grandmother, its wide brim now more yellow than the original cream. Also a darling if impractical little black Kate Spade purse I discovered on a junking expedition with Cousin Gail. My best find ever is a [...]
Capital London
Posted in Fiction, Reviews, tagged A Week in December, Fiction, London, satire, Sebastian Faulks on March 21, 2010 | 1 Comment »
Sebastian Faulks’ canvas is so vast in his new novel A Week in December that I found myself on page 39, on the London Underground, one of the “tourists with their wheeled luggage and their rucksacks. They chattered as they pored over guidebooks, glanced up at the Tube map overhead, trying to reconcile the two. [...]


