I found lots of time for reading this weekend, which is increasingly rare in my life -- strange how taking on a job all about reading and writing can put those very acts tantalizingly out of reach.
James Adams completed his three-part series in the Globe on Saturday, with this very timely bit about electronic rights. Seems something called the Internet is having some sort of effect on writing and publishing. A very worthy read.
But enough of worthiness -- bring me more stories like this one about a Nova Scotia book club growing so large that it was running out of space to hold meetings. The solution -- they opened their own bar.
Of course, there are other ways to fill a large room with chairs and get people to talk about books, but why pretend? A bar it is.