“The evocation of wartime is real; this view is from someone who was there. Isabel’s experiences of school, friends, a boy, movies, crooners, rationing and her brother’s enlistment combine with what she learns about Helga’s life and tortured secret to summon the times and authentically evoke a girl becoming a person aware of others, thus adding value to her life Read more…
Lois Duncan was featured in her hometown Sarasota Herald Tribune talking about her recent LS Books release, Written in the Stars , as well as her life as a writer.
An article in the New Republic talks about how 1970’s-era typefaces are going back into style, with a prominent mention of LS Books.
Lizzie Skurnick Books should probably add this to our library, although we might need the book-length version: “Why did you say that about YA?” I asked, as tears streamed down my face like rain.“Because it’s true!” she hissed. And I saw in the moonlight that her anger made her beautiful. This was before the war, when the oceans still had Read more…
Tablet Magazine ran a nice article on the LS Books reissue of the “All-of-a-Kind Family” books.
Lois Duncan’s Written in the Stars received an excellent review in the 4/19 issue of the Wall Street Journal: What hunting takes place in “Written in the Stars” is entirely of the romantic sort—vividly, captivatingly so—set in a long-ago postwar world when teenagers said things like “golly” and “gee whiz.” This volume collects for the first time early stories penned by the prolific Lois Duncan, Read more…
Berthe Amoss’s Secret Lives was profiled in the New Orleans Advocate . “There is one autobiographical element in the recent reprint of ‘Secret Lives’ that even the keenest reader will miss without a hint. “Lizzie wants all the books in her imprint to have photographs on the covers, so I sent her one,” Amoss said. “It’s a picture of me and my parents when I Read more…
1. Wallace Witherspoon, Jr. One warm night in May, in the back of the hearse, while I was whispering “I love you, I love you,” into Lauralei Rabinowitz’ soft, black hair, she said, “Stop right there, Wally! There are three reasons this can’t go on any longer!” “Three reasons?” I said. “Three reasons,” she said, sitting up, reaching into her Read more…
“She was a consummate New Yorker, born, bred and educated in the city. Her world and the world she wrote about was often the world of the Upper West Side of Manhattan where she lived with her husband and two daughters. She was a graduate of Barnard College. I was a New Jersey girl who’d always dreamed of living across Read more…
My mother is sixteen in her portrait. Only four years older than I am now. Her portrait dress is painted so carefully you can see little waves in the white silk, and threads in the scooped-out lace collar. A gold heart hangs from a chain around her neck, and her curls, almost as golden as the heart, are tied back Read more…
