There was an elm tree outside my bedroom window. It was there when we moved in, after the divorce, and every year its branches would grow closer. By the time I was in high school, I could reach out the window and almost brush the leaves with my fingers. Their faces were vast, but their expressions readable. You could always tell what they were thinking. These were nice men who would never hurt her.

Wednesday, June 25, 2008. Friday, April 04, 2008.

The journalist who awed me and stimulated my grammar senses in equal measure comes to life in one of the most brutally straightforward biographies I have ever read. Ochieng, says the author, invo.

I really fell in love with her style of writing! I read both books in one sitting! I really like the way she tells a story.

Wednesday, January 17, 2007. At the time of his death he was a professor at the Collège de France, the highest position in the French academic system.