In the mid 1940s, Britain’s most brilliant minds are working around the clock to break the German codes and intercepted messages. Bletchley Park was the central hive of this important work and its worker bees consisted of men and women of varied backgrounds.
No wind, no bird. The river flames like brass. / On either side, smitten as with a spell / Of silence, brood the fields. In the deep grass, / Edging the dusty roads, lie as they fell / Handfuls of shriveled leaves from tree and bush. ~ “August” by Lizette Woodworth Reese
With absurd hauteur / New tulips dab their shadows / In water-mutter. ~ Richard Kenney Books for March: New titles from Marcus Sedgwick and Lucy Ribchester, and a reissue from Frances Hardinge.
I know I am not alone in saying I cannot wait for the dumpster fire that is 2016 to be over. I know that the calendar is arbitrary but there is something about having a fresh start that helps. I plan to do a great deal of reading on the upcoming winter break, and some…