A collective of bibliophiles talking about books. Book Fox (vulpes libris): small bibliovorous mammal of overactive imagination and uncommonly large bookshop expenses. Habitat: anywhere the rustle of pages can be heard.
Here in the south of England we’ve just had a tiny taste of winter – about an inch of snow that is still against the odds hanging around after a couple of days. We’ve had fox prints across our lawn (and horrible eldritch screams as well, because it’s that time of year). Nothing to compare with the snowy wastes inhabited by this hardy-looking fox in Yellowstone Park. He seems to have made himself comfortable. This week, in our reviews we range from pleasure to irritation and back again.
Monday Jackie confesses to some guilty pleasures in reading.
Wednesday Kate is mightily irritated by a biography of William Wilberforce.
Friday Moira finds herself at the interface between romance and reality as she reviews Liz Fenwick’s The Returning Tide.
This week’s winter fox is taken from the Flickr photo stream of Joan Amero, and is reproduced here under a Creative Commons licence. Clicking on the image will load the source page.