When I walked out of the bookstore onto Van Ness Avenue in San Francisco, I saw two of the Secret Service agents assigned to protect forme...

He did not live to see his own glory.  When he recognized in himself the irreversible symptoms that he had seen and pitied in others, he di...

There’s a little bit of Chartres Cathedral near my house - at least there's a labyrinth in Boston College that takes its pattern ...

Miranda Popkey has a novel, coming in January, that was written, perhaps, just for me. or Miranda Popkey wrote this thing and you're...

Stephanie Wrobel's Darling Rose Gold is dishy and delicious.  Unreliable narrators of course existed well before 1961 when the term was...

Taft was the first novel of Ann Patchett's that I read.  This must have been 1994 or 1995.  I wasn't a bookseller, not quite yet, b...

Beheld will be coming to you next Spring, but I have a delightful little something you can partake of right now - a taste of Colonial Ameri...