You know, I'd forgotten how much I actually like Jane Eyre after the first seventy-five pages of Everyone In the World Hates Jane. I did, however, apparently remember ( certain spoilers )

The idea that you are what you eat has been enthusiastically promoted for years by Den Fujita, the eccentric billionaire who brought McDonald's to Japan three decades ago. "If we eat McDonald's hamburgers and potatoes for a thousand years," Fujita once promised his countrymen, "we will become taller, our skin will become white, and our hair will be ( Read more... )

Spent Friday distracting myself rather pleasantly with Jane Austen's assistance, spent yesterday being delightfully procrastinatory (which is a word now) with Amy, and given that it's approaching 8:30 now I should probably abandon any hopes of productivity, hmm ( Read more... )

It is, I should think, quite a good thing that John Winthrop is already dead; else, I imagine that I and my honorable history colleagues could take great pleasure in remedying that. It's not so much the spelling (not Old English, Mrs. DeBlasio, most assuredly not,) which is rather atrocious, but forgiveable given the time period and the paucity of ( Read more... )

My sincerest thanks, Ms. Rowling. Thank you for a book that did not make me cry - what is crying? Commonplace. Nothing. But thank you for a book that made me laugh and love, pity and hate - all the things that make the fact that I've not slept for a day now fine. Thank you for that elation, pure joy in that most insanely darkest of early hours, for ( Read more... )

My friends, dutiful students that they are, have been talking about their summer reading for quite some time now. I'd reasoned that I wouldn't be doing too much reading in Abilene anyway (wrong, as it happened; I'd failed to take into account that John clings to his video games even while being forcibly dragged away) and decided that I therefore ( Read more... )