Tag Archives: #Readingbooks
Bookends
I’m across the street watching a man throw away books. He’s stacking them like a pulp tower while his young son watches. I don’t know what bothers me more, tossing them or teaching his kid it’s an okay thing … Continue reading
Nothing Like A Real Good Book
I was strolling behind a father and son who was reading as he walked; a rare sight these days since kids are more apt to be glued to a phone rather than The Hardy Boys. “Must be a … Continue reading
Life On The Train
Number 6 Local I’m nestled in a seat reading, thanks to the car being only half full with mid-morning travelers. Peace reigns till Grand Central where a mob no doubt will be waiting, one time I’ll hate … Continue reading
The Saint Of Books
A woman died in my building leaving behind a good 300 books. Her relatives, clearly not literary, packed them in big plastic bags leaving them by the trash. My doormen who know what a book lover I am, brought it … Continue reading
Light Summer Reading
Maybe it’s the heat, but there’s nothing like good high-end fluff to keep you company on a sultry Sunday afternoon. Happens every summer. History goes on hiatus as I haul out cheesy, breezy reads…the cotton candy of … Continue reading
Life On The Train
86th and Lexington Avenue Station Train Platform Why is it that snow and the subway never get along? She treats even a modest downfall like an ex-husband. When I first optimistically fly through … Continue reading
What Melts My Butter
No, this isn’t about food, says the thin girl, but it is about what makes her stay afloat during tender times. Let’s start with the Kentucky Derby of picker-uppers…animals. Petting a dog for a couple of minutes could … Continue reading
Susannah’s Fall, Winter Reading List…2023-2024
I can truly say it’s been a novel summer. There’s nothing quite like losing oneself in a little historical fiction on a lazy August afternoon. Let’s start with two women despite being two generations apart I’m betting would have … Continue reading
The Butterfly On The Couch
It was Sunday. I had just gotten to my Library for my weekly read I so look forward to. I get there at 11 when they first open more often than not, having the majestic reading room all … Continue reading



