<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26480099</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 16 Oct 2025 06:59:44 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Fiction</category><category>Homegrown</category><category>Non fiction</category><category>Offroading</category><category>Poetry</category><category>Press</category><category>Short stories</category><category>Young Adult</category><category>The Young Lovers</category><category>CBC Canada Reads</category><category>Young Readers</category><category>The Softly Sniffling Reader</category><category>Daddy's Girl</category><category>Magazines</category><category>Podcasts</category><category>The Harry Potter Post</category><category>The Strawberry Blonde</category><category>The Wonder Bun</category><title>Seen Reading</title><description>It Looks Good On You.</description><link>http://seenreading.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Julie Wilson)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>380</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><language>en-us</language><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:keywords>literature,,writing,,reading,,fiction,,non,fiction,,storytelling</itunes:keywords><itunes:summary>Each Friday, enjoy the vocal stylings of Julie Wilson as she reads the latest installment of Seen Reading. She takes requests.</itunes:summary><itunes:subtitle>Each Friday, enjoy the vocal stylings of Julie Wilson as she reads the latest installment of Seen Reading. She takes requests.</itunes:subtitle><itunes:category text="Arts"><itunes:category text="Literature"/></itunes:category><itunes:category text="Society &amp; Culture"/><itunes:author>Julie Wilson</itunes:author><itunes:owner><itunes:email>noreply@blogger.com</itunes:email><itunes:name>Julie Wilson</itunes:name></itunes:owner><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26480099.post-4459161823432263597</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 May 2008 11:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-29T07:28:18.611-04:00</atom:updated><title>seenreading.com</title><atom:summary type="text">If you aren't automatically redirected, please update your bookmarks and run on over to Seen Reading's new home!http://www.seenreading.com/Julie Wilson</atom:summary><link>http://seenreading.blogspot.com/2008/05/seenreadingcom.html</link><thr:total>20</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (Julie Wilson)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26480099.post-6681388965005804196</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 May 2008 18:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-04T14:51:59.291-04:00</atom:updated><title>Opening Soon!</title><atom:summary type="text">There are two kinds of reno jobs:1. You take your time. You feed the workers. You put in a good day's work, go home, get some rest, come back refreshed. You step back and cheers a job well done.2. You run two rollers at a time over the floors and ceiling. You starve your workers, running in with occasional deliveries of pizza, doughnuts, and threats of non-payment if the job isn't done NOW! NOW! </atom:summary><link>http://seenreading.blogspot.com/2008/05/opening-soon.html</link><thr:total>2</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (Julie Wilson)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26480099.post-1719633848318921499</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 May 2008 10:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-01T06:30:01.000-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fiction</category><title>Bloor Line, mid afternoon</title><atom:summary type="text">South Asian woman, late 50s, with long black hair, wearing black trench coat, and oversized brown leather bag. One hand holds the pole, the other the book.Bittersweet, Danielle Steel (Dell)Page 248:The wedding the next day was a grandiose affair, filled with pomp and ceremony. And India knew without developing them that she had gotten fabulous pictures of it. The bride looked incredible in a Dior</atom:summary><link>http://seenreading.blogspot.com/2008/05/bloor-line-mid-afternoon.html</link><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (Julie Wilson)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26480099.post-4219778490026257612</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Apr 2008 10:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-30T06:30:01.110-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fiction</category><title>Bloor Line, evening rush hour</title><atom:summary type="text">Caucasian woman, early 30s, with short brown hair, wearing white jacket, jeans with large rolled cuffs, and white patent leather flats.Change of Heart, Jodi Picoult (Atria)Page 221:At this hour, the vigilant masses outside the prison were tucked into their sleeping bags and tents, underneath the artificial day created by the enormous spotlights that flooded the front of the building.They'd agreed</atom:summary><link>http://seenreading.blogspot.com/2008/04/bloor-line-evening-rush-hour.html</link><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (Julie Wilson)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26480099.post-3780856484903198164</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Apr 2008 10:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-29T06:30:00.887-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fiction</category><title>Bloor Line, morning sunshine</title><atom:summary type="text">South Asian woman, mid 50s, with curly shoulder length hair pulled back in loose ponytail, wearing fine, gold rimmed glasses, and black jacket. Her granddaughter sits bored, hanging off a pole, knees bumping together. The woman smiles at her page, fine where she is.Feels Like Family, Sherryl Woods (Mira)Page 113:Erik's gaze locked with hers. He couldn't seem to look away from that hint of </atom:summary><link>http://seenreading.blogspot.com/2008/04/bloor-line-morning-sunshine.html</link><thr:total>2</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (Julie Wilson)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26480099.post-7916356966886903566</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Apr 2008 10:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-28T06:30:00.150-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fiction</category><title>Bloor Line, ready for spring to become summer</title><atom:summary type="text">Black woman, mid 20s, fresh-faced, with short black hair pulled into tight ponytail, wearing black t-shirt and jeans.The Malice Box, Martin Langfield (Penguin UK)Page 218:A figure appeared in the bathroom doorway, holding up a bedsheet between them. He vaguely saw what he thought was a woman's silhouette behind the sheet before it flew at him, covering his face and chest. A hand came behind it, </atom:summary><link>http://seenreading.blogspot.com/2008/04/bloor-line-ready-for-spring-to-become.html</link><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (Julie Wilson)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26480099.post-4268147228976197981</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Apr 2008 10:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-24T06:30:01.096-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Homegrown</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Offroading</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poetry</category><title>LeVack Block, Anansi Poetry Bash</title><atom:summary type="text">Caucasian male, 50s, with curly dark hair, wearing dark dress jacket and shirt. Family and students gathered close to the stage, whooping when he took the mic.The Sentinel, A.F. Moritz (House of Anansi Press)From "You That I Loved"You that I loved all my life long,you are not the one.You that I followed, my line or path or way,that I followed singing, and youearth and air of the world the way </atom:summary><link>http://seenreading.blogspot.com/2008/04/levack-block-anansi-poetry-bash_7890.html</link><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (Julie Wilson)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26480099.post-4110137140147650282</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Apr 2008 10:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-27T16:38:48.419-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Homegrown</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Offroading</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poetry</category><title>LeVack Block, Anansi Poetry Bash</title><atom:summary type="text">Caucasian woman, with curly dark hair, wearing a black suit, turquoise scarf and turquoise bracelet. She's a tiny force as she takes the stage. She's quiet and gracious. And she'll wrench you.Chameleon Hours, Elise Partridge (House of Anansi Press)Page 27:From "Buying the Farm"A little folding of the hands to sleep — straw hat tipped over my nose, I’m dozing to the lilac’s inquisitive wrens; you,</atom:summary><link>http://seenreading.blogspot.com/2008/04/levack-block-anansi-poetry-bash_23.html</link><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (Julie Wilson)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26480099.post-8382822532330366447</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Apr 2008 10:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-22T06:30:01.055-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Homegrown</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Offroading</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poetry</category><title>LeVack Block, Anansi Poetry Bash</title><atom:summary type="text">Caucasian male, 40s, wearing light brown tshirt and blue jeans. As he takes the stage, he pulls on a baseball cap and says something I may have misheard but hope I didn't, that when you make yourself comfortable in front of an audience, the audience too will become comfortable.Revolver, Kevin Connolly (House of Anansi Press)Page 3:From "Terre Haute"We're used to a season progressing logically,</atom:summary><link>http://seenreading.blogspot.com/2008/04/levack-block-anansi-poetry-bash.html</link><thr:total>1</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (Julie Wilson)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26480099.post-5374174472855584005</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Apr 2008 10:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-21T06:30:00.448-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Homegrown</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Non fiction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Offroading</category><title>Church of the Holy Trinity, Friday gathering</title><atom:summary type="text">Caucasian male, 60, with wavy grey hair and moustach, wearing black pants, black t-shirt, and blue silk shirt, sitting in a leather chair at a small wooden table, surrounded by a semi-circle of guests there to hear him read and discuss his latest book.The Jesus Sayings: The Quest For His Authentic Message, Rex Weyler (House of Anansi Press)Page 110-111:The image satirizes religious pretension </atom:summary><link>http://seenreading.blogspot.com/2008/04/church-of-holy-trinity-friday-gathering.html</link><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (Julie Wilson)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26480099.post-4524243037944980015</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Apr 2008 10:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-17T06:30:00.300-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fiction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Homegrown</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Offroading</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poetry</category><title>Hart House, Hart House Review 2008 launch</title><atom:summary type="text">Caucasian woman, early 20s, with Louise Brooks haircut, wearing black and grey shirt 'n' skirt and patent leather ankle boots. She takes the podium...From "Valhalla" by Alex Grigorescu, winner of the 2008 Hart House Poetry Prizeso i tell him about childhood:the lesbians with crewcuts and conversemounting each other for piggybacks to the corner store.my eye on a dodgy ginger girl who swungbetween </atom:summary><link>http://seenreading.blogspot.com/2008/04/hart-house-hart-house-review-2008.html</link><thr:total>2</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (Julie Wilson)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26480099.post-4413150028026990707</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Apr 2008 10:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-16T06:30:00.336-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Homegrown</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Offroading</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poetry</category><title>Vieux Montreal, Marche du Vieux</title><atom:summary type="text">Caucasian male, mid 20s, with shaggy beach-blonde hair, awkwardly parted hard to the side, wearing black rimmed glasses, pink striped shirt and faded blue jeans. Stranger Music: Selected Poems and Songs, Leonard Cohen (McClelland &amp; Stewart)From "As the Mist Leaves No Scar":As the mist leaves no scarOn the dark green hill,So my body leaves no scarOn you, nor ever will.When wind and hawk encounter,</atom:summary><link>http://seenreading.blogspot.com/2008/04/vieux-montreal-marche-du-vieux.html</link><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (Julie Wilson)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26480099.post-7111986422465875306</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Apr 2008 10:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-15T20:05:43.597-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fiction</category><title>Montreal, Mont Royal Station</title><atom:summary type="text">Black woman, late 20s, wearing long brown and white speckled coat, cinched at the waist by a wide belt, reading while walking up the stairs.The Kite Runner, Khaled Hosseini (Seal Books)Page 275: I found the old window to my old bedroom, second floor, third window south of the main steps to the house. I stood on tip-toes, saw nothing behind the window but shadows. Twenty-five years earlier, I had </atom:summary><link>http://seenreading.blogspot.com/2008/04/montreal-mont-royal-station.html</link><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (Julie Wilson)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26480099.post-2268281546743515859</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Apr 2008 14:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-14T10:25:00.265-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fiction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Offroading</category><title>Vieux Montreal, Starbucks</title><atom:summary type="text">Caucasian woman, early 20s, brunette with glasses, wearing brown down jacket, green cashmere sweater, blue jeans, and blue and orange Puma sneakers. A half-eaten square sits on a napkin across the table beside an oversized mug.Gin Tonic et Concombre, Rafaële Germain (Libre Expression)Page 59:Julien était debout devant le grand miroir de ma chambre, en train, d'ajuster le col de sa chemise jaune </atom:summary><link>http://seenreading.blogspot.com/2008/04/vieux-montreal-starbucks.html</link><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (Julie Wilson)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26480099.post-791375301235516254</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Apr 2008 11:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-10T07:18:29.469-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fiction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Offroading</category><title>Magog, Quebec, late morning at the cottage</title><atom:summary type="text">Caucasian woman, mid teens, with shoulder length thick brown hair and clear ice-blue eyes, wearing a Simple Plan hoodie, blue jeans, sneakers, and a generous smile.All Around Town, Mary Higgins Clark (Pocket Star)Page 128:One Monday evening, as the monsignor began to lock up the church, he passed the confessional. The thief who stole the chalice had to have been hiding in there, he thought. If </atom:summary><link>http://seenreading.blogspot.com/2008/04/magog-quebec-late-morning-at-cottage.html</link><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (Julie Wilson)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26480099.post-1599593004303269820</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Apr 2008 11:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-09T07:28:21.845-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fiction</category><title>University Line, committed.</title><atom:summary type="text">Caucasian woman, late teens, with Kohl-rimmed eyes, long flat-ironed red hair, wearing fuchsia hoodie, silver studded belt, black skinny jeans, and black Converse with the tongues sticking out. Her toes point inward. Nineteen Minutes, Jody Picoult (Washington Square Press)Page 327:The moment Mr. Weatherhall disappeared downstairs, Peter opened the sugar canister on the kitchen counter. The gun </atom:summary><link>http://seenreading.blogspot.com/2008/04/university-line-committed.html</link><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (Julie Wilson)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26480099.post-3924256763511827571</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Apr 2008 11:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-08T07:24:42.020-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fiction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Offroading</category><title>Toronto-Quebec Corridor, heading to Montreal.</title><atom:summary type="text">Caucasian woman, late 20s, with short stylish short brown hair, wearing grey sweater, large black sunglasses, dark blue jeans, and black ankle high hiking boots. She sits in the aisle seat, her new bag occupying the window seat so no one will sit beside her.One Last Scream, Kevin O'Brien (Pinnacle - Kensington)p. 17A few people had staggered out to the small backyard where Amelia stood with a </atom:summary><link>http://seenreading.blogspot.com/2008/04/toronto-quebec-corridor-heading-to.html</link><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (Julie Wilson)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26480099.post-3845633932989159621</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Apr 2008 00:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-27T16:38:02.825-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fiction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Offroading</category><title>Gare Central, waiting for train 69</title><atom:summary type="text">Caucasian woman, late 30s, shoulder length thin brown hair. Long brown puffy winter jacket with faux-fur trim, blue jeans, and brown hiking boots. She frequently looks over her shoulder for someone, her left leg shaking impatiently.The Water's Lovely, Ruth Rendell (Seal Books)About 1/3 in:Of course she thought of Andrew. How was he! What did he feel! Nothing much, she hoped. Conventional feelings</atom:summary><link>http://seenreading.blogspot.com/2008/04/gare-central-waiting-for-train-69.html</link><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (Julie Wilson)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26480099.post-4140244627015279093</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Apr 2008 11:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-03T07:07:24.678-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Non fiction</category><title>Spadina streetcar, 1 1/2 seats</title><atom:summary type="text">Caucasian male, late 20s, very tall, wearing blue knit cap, light blue hoodie, and green jacket with red and white cross-stitching on the arms. He puts the book down every few minutes to crack his knuckles and look out the window.Into the Wild, by Jon Krakauer (Anchor)Page 174:Walking past the moose bones, I approach the vehicle and step through an emergency exit at the back.The longest she'd </atom:summary><link>http://seenreading.blogspot.com/2008/04/spadina-streetcar-1-12-seats.html</link><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (Julie Wilson)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26480099.post-1967131578112328745</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Apr 2008 11:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-02T07:29:06.216-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Homegrown</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Offroading</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poetry</category><title>Down the street from Gwen's head</title><atom:summary type="text">Caucasian woman, late 20s, with short brown curly hair, wearing jean skirt, white long sleeved tee and pale pink scarf.The Refrigerator Memory, Shannon Bramer (Coach House Books)Page 51:From "Toronto, City of Sad Faces"He hums inside his solitary body, flourishes on the subway, unfolds stiff newspaper wings.Ships, slugs on the horizon.The sun slips down in you.Daughter, let the raccoon in.Hold </atom:summary><link>http://seenreading.blogspot.com/2008/04/down-street-from-gwens-head.html</link><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (Julie Wilson)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26480099.post-1910013580033826081</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Apr 2008 10:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-01T06:57:28.147-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fiction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Homegrown</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Offroading</category><title>Elevator, 7th floor</title><atom:summary type="text">Caucasian male, mid 40s, balding, with close-cropped grey hair, wearing glasses, new black leather car coat, carrying new black leather shoulder bag and old, tattered Nike backpack, new Asics dangling from the strap.Consolation, Michael Redhill (Anchor)Page 5:He slipped the book back into its space on the shelf, running two fingers along its spine to ensure it was flush with the others. It was </atom:summary><link>http://seenreading.blogspot.com/2008/04/elevator-7th-floor.html</link><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (Julie Wilson)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26480099.post-3837741490766798690</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Mar 2008 11:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-31T07:33:43.576-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Non fiction</category><title>Spadina streetcar, pancake pale.</title><atom:summary type="text">Caucasian woman, late 20s with long brown hair, pink and green stripes down each side, wearing long, worn leather black coat and chunky black boots, face pale with powder, eyes lined in thick liquid.The Glass Castle, Jeanette Walls (Scribner)Page 32:One night a few days later, I suddenly woke up. The air was hot and stifling. I smelled smoke and then saw flames leaping at the open window. At </atom:summary><link>http://seenreading.blogspot.com/2008/03/spadina-streetcar-pancake-pale.html</link><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (Julie Wilson)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26480099.post-1864736595886481819</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Mar 2008 11:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-30T18:55:59.189-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Young Adult</category><title>The Gladstone Hotel, Skim launch</title><atom:summary type="text">East Indian woman, early 20s, with coarse hair, wearing wide-brimmed, black and white checkered baseball hat, black and white striped hoodie, and low slung skinny jeans with gemmed belt buckle.Skim, Mariko Tamaki and Jillian Tamaki (Groundwood Books)She stands at the edge of the bar nervously watching the girls around the pool tables suck their long necks and rack up another go round. She nurses </atom:summary><link>http://seenreading.blogspot.com/2008/03/gladstone-hotel-skim-launch.html</link><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7vDpayEDRm5LPKTdUStzVz7ZhSd5017ToFSBIubrncLti-zqRpJ3mgpXgvIQYy2mcyz-LkQBTJJLEjJNYuWrS7at5akdbQTQRRGDBMZ_gFmopiHR0SVDJ49Fq7n-QmRUsIdwfuQ/s72-c/skim-for-seen-reading.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (Julie Wilson)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26480099.post-969150075452273757</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Mar 2008 11:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-26T07:09:51.193-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Magazines</category><title>The Gladstone Hotel, Shameless Magazine launch</title><atom:summary type="text">Caucasian woman, early 20s, with long brown hair, far part, bangs swept over one eye, wearing black wharf jacket, pale blue eyes looking to the side over her high collar.Shameless Magazine, Issue 11, Winter/Spring 2008 (Shameless Media)Page 23:These moments of connection inspire much of my activism, academic and artistic work, which seeks to challenge our ideas about sexiness. I was tired of </atom:summary><link>http://seenreading.blogspot.com/2008/03/gladstone-hotel-shameless-magazine.html</link><thr:total>1</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (Julie Wilson)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26480099.post-2982209298961588974</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Mar 2008 11:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-30T18:55:38.773-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fiction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Offroading</category><title>One of a Kind Show, Spring 2008</title><atom:summary type="text">Caucasian female, with long, pale red hair and pleasant smile, switching around two oversized art pieces with some difficulty. The book sits page down on a red stool, it's cover instantly recognizable.For One More Day, Mitch Albom, HyperionFolded over, near the beginning:She was wearing blue slacks and a white sweater now—she was always dressed, it seemed, no matter how early in the morning—and </atom:summary><link>http://seenreading.blogspot.com/2008/03/one-of-kind-show-spring-2008.html</link><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (Julie Wilson)</author></item></channel></rss>