This little book has all the verbosity of a Dickens novel, and none of the charm. I found the subject matter horribly dry and the writing hopelessly dense in many places. It is as if Weber thought to herself, "If I use overly long, complex sentences, obscure references, huge amounts of near-irrel...
I read this on a trip to Vermont, which is about as far (politically and geographically) as one can get from my home state without falling into the ocean, or Canada. It was a gloriously sunny day of the sort one can only get at higher latitudes -- the light seems closer, somehow; why would that b...
The Music Lesson is a clever book - the cleverness begins with the cover, which depicts not Vermeer's “The Music Lesson’, but a detail from his ‘A Lady Writing A Letter’. Her hand holds her quill as light spills onto her; in the full painting she looks at the viewer in much the same way as the wo...
The only other time she had ever slept over somewhere was when Adam had had pneumonia two years earlier, when Harriet was four, and she had stayed with her grandmother in her apartment for three nights. Gay’s chiming clock, a clock Gay called Ursula, as though it were an ancestor who had somehow ...