What I Read:
I can’t get enough of this romance author who faked her death and thinks that was fine
The lovely comments in this thread, with tears in my eyes.
Morse code is back, baby!
They’re coming, by our very own
This inspiring tweet:
How we love teen detectives by
Where do Tolkien’s Shire, Thacher’s England, and Punk’s Iconoclasm intersect?
Edith Wharton knew the 21st century would be for the promiscuous and showy
A ranking of over 1,000 literary journals. Yes, over 1000.
Go ahead: Steal like an author
Devastated by the death of Paul Lafarge, but this obituary is lovely.
Awesome links! Thanks so much. I especially appreciated your story on coffee and the list of literary journals. Now I have no excuse.
The romance writer who faked her own death was truly *chef's kiss*