Let me be clear. This one is on me. This was my bad Whenever we finish a book that we love, we commit that author’s name to memory and keep track of what they’re working on. When Junot Diaz finishes his next book, I’ll know. Because I (non-creepily) adore him. But sometimes I forget about the flip side-when we finish a book we despise, we need to remember, to burn the author’s name into our retinas as to remind ourselves to never waste our time […]
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Possibly historically inaccurate, but still a good read
One of the weirdest adjustments I had to make when I moved down south last year was getting used to seeing Confederate flags. As the Boston-bred child of a man who considers anything below Pennsylvania to be the Deep South, I was totally unprepared to see these flags flying over houses and car dealerships. Nor was I aware that people who call the Civil War the War of Northern Aggression are not necessarily ironic hipsters. Even though I rarely brought my feelings on this (there’s […]
Lord of the Flies meets American Psycho meets The Rum Diaries with just a dash of Seven Psychopaths
The world is getting smaller. Thanks to the Internet that unites people across the globe and airplanes that can make journeys in hours that once took years, virtually nowhere on earth in inaccessible. Mostly, that’s a good thing. But for world travelers, I’ve heard this is a real bummer. That everywhere they go, they’re surrounded by Guess jeans and McDonalds. That the terrain is basically spoiled by globalization and no place is unique anymore. But what if there were still a place, hidden away, unknown […]
Not All Who Wander Are Lost
I love to travel. Well, I love to daydream about travelling while staying solidly in my own little corner of the earth. I always have an explanation why-it’s too expensive, I can’t take the time off, I need to brush up on the language, I don’t know if it’s safe to go alone, I don’t know if I like anyone enough to travel with them…the list goes on and on. It’s not that I’m (consciously) looking for excuses. It’s that we’ve all been conditioned to […]
When your husband tells you he killed someone, you might want to be a little nervous
Rebecca is one of those books I was always assumed I had read. I knew the basics of the plot, and of course the famous opening line, “Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again.” When I realized I’d somehow missed reading it, I picked it up. It’s the perfect book to curl up with on a rainy Sunday with a cup of tea. While I didn’t love it as much as everyone else seems to, I certainly enjoyed it. While working as the […]
If you have sex, you will get pregnant and you will die
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a Victorian-era woman who gets her hoe on will get her divine comeuppance. 19th century literature is like an 80s horror movie-you have sex, you die. It doesn’t matter if the woman is cheating on her husband, or straight-up raped by her boss-extramarital hanky-panky must be punished. I decide to combine my reviews of Madame Bovary and Tess of D’Urbervilles, rather than spending two reviews covering a lot of the same ground. *spoilers for some really old books* […]
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