Happy Friday, everyone. Bit of a short roundup this week because I am currently on a whirlwind NW book tour/vacation and am poaching some Wi-Fi. I mean… I’m nicely borrowing it for a few minutes. So let’s get right to it.
And there you have it: In what the bookmakers had down as a close finish between Jim Crace and Colm Tóibín, Eleanor Catton has won the 2013 Man Booker Prize for her novel The Luminaries. At 28, she is the youngest author to have won the prize, and The Luminaries is also the longest work […]
Ah, Halloween, that holy day of candy and costumes, gluttony and tricks. Most of us have lost sight of the meaning behind the holiday, forgetting to honor the dead; instead using the day for fun and frivolity (yes, we do so at our house) and as a kick-off for the “holiday season.” Halloween has become […]
Oh kittens. Oh, ho, ho ho, kittens. Lets be clear: it’s all about the news, and well, the news can be what the French refer to as quelle horreur.
Or, How Four Years at an Assemblies of God School Taught Me to Value Literature
The mystical pregnancy is a cheap ploy that almost always serves to completely remove the character”™s identity as anything but a vessel for the being inside her. Even worse, very rarely does the character gain her identity back, derailing any character development that had previously taken place.
I didn’t drink, smoke, or experiment with drugs when I was in high school. I didn’t stay out past my curfew; I didn’t even have a curfew. That’s because my adolescent rebellion took place between 9 am and 11 am on Sunday mornings. That’s right; my rebellious teenage phase was that I went to church. […]