The spontaneous intermittence of cited historical fact with compelling fictional narratives makes you wonder what kind of stories are being told in the bardo of your local graveyard (if only they could!).
All we know for certain is that no one relinquishes immortality, and no one resists their fate. All we can ask is why.
This Slice of Life post is a collision of the former and the Bookish's Top Ten Meme. I'm monogamous with my books. I start a book, finish it, and then move on to another title. I've lived through three reading lives: when I was an elementary student; when I was in my later high school... Continue Reading →
I suppose the reader could be content with the humor between the covers, but without that, I’d choose death by rusty fork.
He reflected on the reality being that a series of scribbles on clay was all it took to get away with murder.
Banned Book Week 2017 began yesterday and we should all celebrate our right to read and write whatever we wish. It's guaranteed by our First Amendment, so why not exercise it to the fullest extent? I'm not going to be held back, so I'm participating in Banned Book Week 2017 by reading Beloved by Toni... Continue Reading →