Uncategorized | July 19, 2004

Every year for Christmas and my birthday, my father sends me a gift certificate to Bas Bleu (French for “blue stocking”). It arrives at my house in a long blue tube; inside there’s a rolled up catalog. The staff has good taste in literary fiction and nonfiction and reviews each selection. At the start of the summer I ordered four books, two of which my husband appropriated instantly. The last several mornings, he’s joyfully read me excerpts from Darcy O’Brien’s A Way of Life, Like Any Other, which I enjoyed except I was engrossed in my own great book, Midsummer, by Marcelle Clements.

If you want to avoid the clutter of diet books, self helps, and celebrity tell-alls, check out Bas Bleu.