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There’s a place some secretly shop for books, at least on occasion.  It’s not Amazon.  Louise Hanson, physician and Medical Director at Vanderbilt Student Health, shares her thoughts today on a recent intriguing find there… From Louise: When Jennifer asked…

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Just to clarify:  it’s me that failed, not my book club.  I intended to finish Kristin Hannah’s The Nightingale before Thursday night rolled around, but we all know about good intentions and the roads they pave.  With my book club’s…

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  The good professor, Roger Moore, brings Vanderbilt to Bacon today with his engaging review of The Incarnations, by Susan Barker.   (Thanks Roger!  I love it when you do that!)  He illuminates a darkly fascinating novel that you’ll want…

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So you need a little encouragement?  I don’t blame you.  I do too.  Often.  And Pepper is sometimes busy chasing squirrels.   I’ve recently had 3 self-help/motivational books land in my lap, and I’d love to share them with you!…

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Today, regular Bacon Contributor Laura Cooper loves on the “Neapolitan novels” by Elena Ferrante and explains why she’s becoming a fangirl!  The New York Times recently named the fourth novel in the series, The Story of the Lost Child, one of its…

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Portrait Artist Michael Shane Neal doesn’t fly under the radar.  If you’re walking down the streets of New York with him, he’ll wear a bowler hat with his pin striped suit.  In Scotland, he’ll don the tartan of his clan….

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  My Name is Lucy Barton is the book your friends will be reading this winter, this spring, and beyond.  I try not to be a bully about recommendations, but you should join them!  I was recently reminded of Muhammed Ali’s…

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When I was growing up, I never thought much about authors.  I only ever cared about the books (Misty of Chincoteague!  Charlie and the Chocolate Factory!  Later, The Count of Monte Cristo!).  If I’m being honest, I’d have to say…

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