I would ride the Greyhound for thirty-six hours down from the Midwest to Leechfield, then spend days dressed in black in the scalding heat of my mother’s front porch reading Homer (or Ovid or Virgil) and waiting for someone to ask me what I was reading. No one ever did. People asked me what I was drinking, how much I weighed, where I was living, and if I had married yet, but no one gave me a chance to deliver my lecture on Great Literature.
Mary Karr, The Liars’ Club
Picked this up after so many people commented on my Nancy Drew video suggesting the Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys crossover books from the 80s. It was fun and silly and it’s been a really long time since I last read a page-turner. I now know the answer to the question, “How many times can Nancy’s life be put in danger?” is “there is no limit.”

Picked this up after so many people commented on my Nancy Drew video suggesting the Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys crossover books from the 80s. It was fun and silly and it’s been a really long time since I last read a page-turner. I now know the answer to the question, “How many times can Nancy’s life be put in danger?” is “there is no limit.”