As Valentine’s Day approaches, thoughts turn to pretty cards, flowers, boxes of chocolates and declarations of love. I would like to recommend a book that is a love story, to be sure, but one of a son’s love for his mother and of their mutual love of books. Will Schwalbe has written a dear memoir of the […]
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It was Henry James. That’s when I joined up. The club was reading Portrait of a Lady – for me, a rather inauspicious start. I had recently become a single woman, and my ex resembled Gilbert Osmond – the narcissistic collector (and discarder) of women at the story’s heart. But when Babs invited me she’d […]