“All along, he'd been looking in the wrong direction, trying to make time stand still, to re-create the past, but everything in life taught the opposite.” — Margot Livesey Copy Share Image
In the wake of her indispensable textbook, Janet Burroway now offers a splendid and concise guide to the thorny task of revision. Writers, young… — Margot Livesey Copy Share Image
“All along, he'd been looking in the wrong direction, trying to make time stand still, to re-create the past, but everything in life taught… — Margot Livesey Copy Share Image
“Men were strictly for pleasure and for experimenting with versions of the self.” — Margot Livesey Copy Share Image
In How to Be an American Housewife Margaret Dilloway creates an irresistible heroine. Shoko is stubborn, contrary, proud, a wonderful housewife and full of deeply conflicted feelings. I wanted to shake her, even as I was cheering her on, and this cunningly structured novel allowed me to do both. It also took me on two intricate journeys, from post-war Japan… — Margot Livesey Copy Share
Barry recounts all this in prose of often startling beauty. Just as he describes people stopping in the street to look at Roseanne, so… — Margot Livesey Copy Share Image
“She knew she oughtn't to scold but she couldn't bear such a hyperbole. People couldn't live without food and air or shelter and money.… — Margot Livesey Copy Share Image
“he said everyone had a book, or a writer, that was the key to their life” — Margot Livesey Copy Share Image
In his scintillating new novel, Matt Bondurant explores a crucial period in the history of Virginia and of his family. His gorgeous, precise prose… — Margot Livesey Copy Share Image
Passonate, irreverent, utterly relevant, Billy Lynn's Long Halftime Walk offers an unforgettable portrait of a reluctant hero. Ben Fountain writes like a man inspired… — Margot Livesey Copy Share Image
In The Moon, Come to Earth Philip Graham takes us on the best kind of journey, as he simultaneously reveals the fascinating city of… — Margot Livesey Copy Share Image
“so often my own emotions were hidden not only from other people but from myself. or perhaps it was the other way round: i… — Margot Livesey Copy Share Image
