The Reading Graveyard
I felt that pushing myself into new realms of knowledge and discipline would change me. I felt like reading and studying would turn me into someone I wanted to be. I read, therefore, with vengeance
A Book Lover’s Anxiety
One never wants to begin with a cliché. Surely, when we say that ignorance is bliss, our first authorial instinct is to cross it out and think of another way to say it….
Why Getting Kids to Read is Not Enough
On a slow afternoon with nothing left to read and no new tweets to get us all a twitter, it’s not that far fetched that one might find him or herself experimenting with…
Whatever Happened to Masculinity?
The opposite of love is not hate but indifference. Hell, similarly, is not tragic, but static. The terror of a book like Scott Wrobel’s Cul de Sac is that nothing outwardly changes.