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Amanda Knox was freed from an Italian jail last week. “Whew,” said a friend and RB reader who knew to be worried after reading Donna Leon’s mysteries set in Venice. “Who’s surprised about the prescription drug shortage?” asked a medical … Continue reading →

The ending of David Grann’s The Lost City of Z was satisfactory, much like Nicholas Clapp’s The Road to Ubar, but I wanted a book with more search detail, like Ubar. I hate reviewers who review the book they wish … Continue reading →

GREAT NEWS! If you are among the many — and they are legions — thinking about becoming a librarian,   but you are still unsure, then, from this librarian to you,  have fun with these food-for-thought, self-aware questions and books  to … Continue reading →

Big excitement here.  We went to the zoo.  “FIELD TRIP!  FIELD TRIP!“ Charlie chanted, inappropriately. It was my first time on the city bus, albeit with a minder, and my first time wearing my safari-ish hat.  Cristy, who is our fitness … Continue reading →

It’s been a week of provocations, but then most weeks are. Donald Rumsfeld died, which is not an entirely unexpected or unpleasant thing. But reading his obituary reminded me of something he did that was both memorable and silly, instead … Continue reading →

This was the week when special people bought Roseledge Books’ special finds, so RB has the first bestsellers (3 copies sold) of the summer: Farm Work, a catalog of Jamie Wyeth’s art includes an interview rewritten as if Jamie Wyeth … Continue reading →

The goldfinches did their aerial mating dance this morning. Wow! The sun and breezes and twinkley water did their dance, too. Perfect. Lobster boats are tied up, waiting for prices to rise enough to make going out worth it, so … Continue reading →

It is a glorious afternoon. (Check webcam shadows.) Iffy morning makes it all the sweeter. Iffy last two weeks makes it seem like a miracle. A rogue poplar is poking through the porch lattice in exactly the right spot to … Continue reading →

Roseledge Books made it through the weather event almost unscathed. For two hours, the electricity flickered which is worrisome as I sleep in a powered recliner that is un-get-out-able except when upright. A very small backup battery maybe promises one … Continue reading →

Wonderful wild roses — flat, pink with a cream center — are sprouting from the cleared rocks of my roadside stone wall. Clearly they have found spots which suit them. The rosa rugosa hedge blossomed and spread and allowed wrong … Continue reading →