Hibernation season is fast approaching. Cool nights, crisp breezes, dramatic skies, and homes with windows, golden with the glow of warmth inside. Though I’m here in the sunshine of Palm Springs, California, in my heart the very word “October” calls to my eastern shore heart the memory of cozy winters past and the realization that my closest and most comforting friends have always been books. We moved here two and a half years ago and, though I love it, I get a bit nostalgic for cold cloudy days by the fireplace with a good book. Any book lover who has ever moved house knows the heaviest, hardest things to move are the books. Large boxes of them are too heavy, and small boxes of them are too many, a friend recommended toting them in trash bags, but while that works to get from point A to the moving truck, trash bags full of books are not an easy thing to stack. Almost inevitably, the book lover then must re-visit every tome and decide, Marie Kondo style, if it still speaks to them. If it matters enough to move or if it’s time to donate to someone new. One might even…
We’re pleased to share an exclusive excerpt from the upcoming novel THE COOKBOOK CLUB by Beth Harbison, in stores on October 20th, along with a delicious recipe and note from the book and author. You can find out more about Beth Harbison and links to pre-order her book below. Many thanks to William Morrow for this fun post! *** “Oh, Margo.” Something about the pity in Margo’s mother’s voice made Margo feel even sorrier for herself even though she was a grown woman who’d gotten dumped, not a child. “Do you need me to come home?” It was like when Margo was little and would hurt herself. Somehow she could bear up until she got to her mother’s loving arms and then she’d lose it. That she called Maryland home, even though they’d moved south ten years ago just made it even more poignant. “I’ll be okay. I just need to get through this.” “You need your family.” She went to the pantry and pulled out a twenty-eight-ounce can of Wegmans San Marzano tomatoes. “Honestly, I’m not up for it. I don’t want to waste a visit on shock and misery, I’d rather you come when we can both enjoy…