Every last time I create a TBR, I fail to follow it. At least, that’s how it feels. I think one time, for a readathon, I read some of the books I said I’d read. Sort of? Point is, I want to read a ton of books. Literally, one entire ton. So many that I… Continue reading Don’t call it a TBR
As we’re almost halfway through September, I’m overdue for a recap of my August reads. But first: When you amass an enormous beast of a library, the time inevitably comes when you want to read the books you already own. I mean, that’s the theory. In reality, I’m still lucky to read 50 percent already-in-my-library,… Continue reading Reading wrap-up: August reads
My July reads have been shaped largely by the fact I’ve been traveling. First, as I do every summer I can manage it, I came home to Greece. Granted, I was born and raised in the US. But both of my parents are from Greece. Whenever I return, my favorite uncle says to me, “Welcome… Continue reading Reading wrap-up: July reads and purchases
My June reads focused on my two reading projects: Ancient Greek literature and the Gilmore Girls reading challenge (which we’re doing at Books, Ink). Perhaps unsurprisingly, my library holds many of these titles already. I apparently have a lot to say about my June reads, so we might as well jump right in: Books read:… Continue reading Reading wrap-up: June reads and purchases
I had tried to read Emily Bronte’s Wuthering Heights at least twice before finally getting through it in January. The novel was never assigned to me, that I can recall. But it’s one of those books so often referenced that not having read it felt like an absence.
I first read Charlotte Bronte’s Jane Eyre in graduate school. It was during an ill-advised semester I’d registered for two courses on novels and a third on literary theory. Some weeks, my required reading hovered around 2,500 pages. I constructed elaborate reading schedules derived by dividing the week’s required pages by my average page-per-hour count.… Continue reading Rereading Jane Eyre: Why it’s good to read books we don’t *like*
This month, every book I read came from my existing library. I’m going to savor that for a minute… [*dramatic pause*] This is the first month since making the conscious decision to read my own books that all my reads were my own. Of course, I must thank Andi of Estella’s Revenge for #ReadMyOwnDamnBooks and… Continue reading Reading my own books in 2017: January reads
Last month, I saw the attached photo about books and memories. I immediately began thinking of the books I’d want to experience for the first time. These included my favorite books from childhood, the Harry Potter series, A Tale of Two Cities and David Copperfield by Charles Dickens, among endless others. But when I though… Continue reading Would you want to erase your memories of favorite books?
Jonathan Swift’s Gulliver’s Travels, first published in 1726, satirizes human society and the “traveler’s tales” genre popular in the pre-Google Maps era. Apparently, he wrote the book “to vex the world.” I don’t know about the rest of the world, but I felt quite vexed upon reading the last page.
When I call film adaptations successful, what I usually mean is, they capture the tone, mood, and spirit of what I experience reading. So what does that mean, exactly? Reading a great book makes me think and create. It invites me to make connections and, from those connections, to make meaning. It allows for ambiguity without… Continue reading What makes film adaptations work?