I read King Lear once in college and I actually remember the gist of the plot and the names of many of the characters, which is more than I can say about the first Shakespeare play we read for the … Continue reading
After many weeks of reading books by esteemed authors, many long dead, about subjects as diverse and often dismal (but beautifully written) as the collapse of families and marriages, Norweigan ladies who like to play with guns, and swamp-bound, incestuous … Continue reading
It’s Wednesday and time for Yarn Along, which is hosted by Ginny on her blog Small Things. This is half a sock. A third of a sock, really. It’s on top of a book, which is on top of a … Continue reading
You could insert One Hundred Years of Solitude as well, but that’s a long story. I’m everyone but Lucy. At a hundred words, I haven’t even cleared my throat yet. Or mentioned my cat.