TBCWL So Far: 3 pounds, 1 ounce I know people who hate war but love football, and I don’t even want to think about the kind of cognitive dissonance that has to happen inside their heads to make that weird … Continue reading →
At seventeen I had a terrible track record with nineteenth-century novels. I only occasionally attempted one for pleasure, and while I had been assigned a few along the way in my first few years of high school, I’m pretty sure … Continue reading →
I think Madame Bovary is the wisest, most beautiful novel that ever bored me to tears. Structurally, it’s flawless: the establishment right from the start of Charles Bovary as a harmless buffoon who ever since childhood has been separated from … Continue reading →
The first sweater I ever knit could stand up by itself. Putting it on was like wearing a suit of armor. I was a freshman in college then, and my roommate and I were both taking the same knitting class … Continue reading →
I’ve never read Robinson Crusoe, although of course I know the basic outline of the story. It’s been on my to-read-soon list for a long time now, and I’d always planned on reading Coetzee’s Foe after I read Robinson Crusoe. … Continue reading →
Back when I was teaching, people asked me all the time what my favorite books are. English teachers are expected to have answers to that question right at their fingertips, just as kids are supposed to say what they want … Continue reading →
Maybe someday I will get tired of taking artsy pictures of my bookshelves. But I don’t think it’s going to be today.