One of my favourite things about the holiday season is all the extra time I have to read! At least, that’s what I tell myself every year before heading home for Christmas, although in actuality, I probably end up reading a lot less than I do on a regular basis. Here we are on the …
A while ago, while browsing through the extremely disorganized and extremely frustrating book shelves at Value Village, I stumbled across a Modern Library paperback edition of Jack London’s The Call of the Wild, White Fang and To Build a Fire – all in one neat and tidy edition, and better yet, in perfect condition. I …
I am still working away at Chekhov, but have finished Great Expectations and have just started Henry James’ The Turn of the Screw. I haven’t read any Henry James since I skimmed through The Ambassadors in my graduate seminar on American Literature and I confess that I have never actually read The Turn of the Screw …
After reading an alarming number of duds this summer, I have returned to classic literature as a way of guaranteeing myself of getting at least one more good read in before I return to the dubious field of contemporary literature. Watching and reading The Reader this summer (definitely not one of the aforementioned duds!) reminded …
