What I’ve been reading this winter:

I read _The Twentieth Century_ by Howard Zinn.

I read _A Suitable Boy_ by Vikram Seth most absorbedly.

It put me in mind of the novels of George Eliot.

I have just started a book about courtesans by Susan Griffin (Griffith?) (Anyway.).

In my to-read pile is the big bio of Baroness Elsa.

Of course I’ve read some poetry, too. We have a lot of it around. I’m feeling more in the mood for non-fiction and novels, though.

Why would anyone ever want to read a book entitled “The Fact of a Doorframe”?

Please.