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The Way of Wanderlust in Southern California; Linda Lappin Teaching in Greece

WOW_front-coverDon't have a copy yet of The Way of Wanderlust? Want to meet author Don George and hear him read some of his transporting stories of world travel? If you're in Southern California, he'll be appearing at Chaucer's Books in Santa Barbara on March 11. And if you're a member of the Traveler's Bookcase travel book club in LA, The Way of Wanderlust will be discussed on March 21. Don has appeared at many places on the East and West coasts and is busily planning more. Or go now to your favorite bookstore or online to get your copy of our most popular title of the year.

Linda Lappin, author of The Soul of Place—A Creative Writing Workbook: Ideas and Exercises for Conjuring the Genius Loci, will be teaching a five-day multigenre writing workshop on the Greek island of Andros, from July 7th to 13th organized by the Aegean Arts Circle.

NEW BOOKS

100 Places in Italy Every Woman Should Go, 2nd Edition

100italy_s“Makes me want to pack my bag and follow Van Allen’s alluring suggestions... she reveals an intimacy with Italy and a honed sense of adventure. Andiamo!” — Frances Mayes, author of Under the Tuscan Sun. Imagine creating your Italian dream vacation with a fun-loving savvy traveler girlfriend whispering in your ear. Go along with writer Susan Van Allen on a femme-friendly ride up and down the boot, to explore this extraordinarily enchanting country where Venus (Vixen Goddess of Love and Beauty) and The Madonna (Nurturing Mother of Compassion) reign side-by-side. With humor, passion, and practical details, this uniquely anecdotal guidebook will enrich your Italian days.

EDITORS’ CHOICE — This Week’s Story

Into Celtic Twilight

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By Erin Byrne

The air is the region of the invisible. —John O’Donohue, Anam Ċara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom

It is morning on the west coast of Ireland on a swath of pebbly beach with an emerald hillside and plateau off to the right. Cloudish sky, pewter water. Beyond the lapping of the waves comes a faint yet beckoning wail, like the highest note of a flute, heard by those who achieve a certain kind of quiet. A haunted sense of synchronicity surges through me: I’m home again.