A few of my favorite literary quotes

“It is the nightly custom of every good mother after her children are asleep to rummage in their minds and put things straight for the next morning, repacking into their proper places the many articles that have wandered during the day. 318 more words


A bookish choice

Today’s daily prompt delivers a dilemma for the bookishly inclined:

A literary-minded witch gives you a choice: with a flick of the wand, you can become either an obscure novelist whose work will be admired and studied by a select few for decades, or a popular paperback author whose books give pleasure to millions. 289 more words


Favorite Poems: The Jabberwocky



‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe. 151 more words

Alice In Wonderland

Top 5 Wednesday - Top Blue Covers

It’s Wednesday and that means it’s Top 5 Wednesday time. This one is pretty self-explanatory. Now I thought picking out my favourite blue covers would be an easy task to do, but it turns out that I don’t actually own many blue books. 380 more words

Leigh Bardugo

Off with her head: death in Wonderland

I hate to put a downer on this kid lit party but come on, there’s no denying that many classic children’s authors – particularly those hailing from sunny Victorian England – were morbid sods, and death and disease featured pretty heavily on their agendas for various reasons. 488 more words

Children's Books


I am a high school English teacher. I spend my days championing Shakespeare, Fitzgerald, and Thoreau in a room full of sleep-deprived and, frankly, uninterested adolescents with iPhones fused to their palms. 499 more words

Alice's Adventures In Wonderland

Alice & Alana

“…she knelt down and looked along the passage into the loveliest garden you ever saw. How she longed to get out of that dark hall, and wander about among those beds of bright flowers and those cool fountains, but she could not even get her head through the doorway; ‘and even if my head would go through,’ thought poor Alice, ‘it would be of very little use without my shoulders. 208 more words