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Secretly Hating the Classics

Being that I am both an English major in school and an avid reader in life, I have read many books that are generally considered to be the literary “classics”- books that appear on “ 628 more words

Book Review: Ethan Frome (Wharton)

It’s Ethan Frome time!

Have I read this before: Indeed! I believe I read this in 10th grade advanced English class. We had an option of reading this or some other book that wasn’t on my list, so I chose this. 235 more words


Author Spotlight // Edith Wharton

I have a strange fascination with Edith Wharton, as I have with anyone who can both adore and eviscerate New York City. Growing up in the shadow of the metropolis, I always felt like it was home even though it was always intimidating and strangely, always just out of reach. 302 more words

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Ethan Frome: Achievement Task

“Gentleman friend gone back on you? Say, Matt, that’s tough! No, I wouldn’t be mean enough to tell the other girls. I ain’t as low-down as that.” (How Frome hated his cheap banter!) “But look a here, ain’t it lucky I got the old man’s cutter down there waiting for us?” 568 more words

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Ethan Frome: Pages 132-157

“‘Only he wasn’t with me that morning when she first came to . . . And I say, if she’d ha’ died, Ethan might ha’ lived; and the way they are now, I don’t see’s there’s much difference between the Fromes up at the farm and the Fromes down in the graveyard; ‘cept that down there they’re all quiet, and the women have got to hold their tongues.'” (Wharton, 157). 100 more words

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Ethan Frome: Pages 112-131

“As he lay there, the window-pane that faced him, growing gradually lighter, inlaid upon the darkness a square of moon-suffused sky. A crooked tree-branch crossed it, a branch of the apple-tree under which, on summer evenings, he had sometimes found Mattie sitting when he came up from the mill. 283 more words

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Ethan Frome: Pages 77-111

“Ethan looked at her with loathing. She was no longer the listless creature who had lived at his side in a state of sullen self-absorption, but a mysterious alien presence, an evil energy secreted from the long years of silent brooding.It was the sense of his helplessness that sharpened his antipathy. 128 more words

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