Hi bookies! Long time no see. Guess who is back! (It’s me, duh.)
So as a celebration for the comeback of the worst blogger ever, let’s start with a few books I liked, in no particular order. 449 more words
We cannot talk of Victorian literature without mentioning the Brontë Dynasty; Sisters Charlotte, Emily and Anne Brontë. In my moments of wool-gathering recently, I reminisced on their contributions to literature, I thought about how these clergyman’s daughters expressed outstanding understanding of society, the passion and insight they give about the realities of their time. 1,241 more words
Today we are traveling to Manhattan by way of Connecticut.
Mary O’Connell’s Dear Reader was a strange book. It could have been strangely wonderful, but fell just a tiny bit short for me. 899 more words