“let me live, love, and say it well in good sentences” Sylvia Plath
Sharpened Sticks and Tattered Shorts: Lord of the Flies, Chapter 3
A sharpened stick about five feet long trailed from his right hand, and except for a pair of tattered shorts held up by his knife belt he was naked. “Huts on the Beach,” Lord of the Flies, William Golding The…
Fire on the Mountain: Run, Boys, Run! Lord of the Flies, Chapter 2
The choir…had discarded their cloaks.” “Fire on the Mountain,” Lord of the Flies, William Golding UH OH. Remember how I said to watch out for when the boys take off their clothes? And it’s the religious choir boys in their…
Everybody Poops, but Especially Piggy: Lord of the Flies Chapter 1 Mini Analysis
Within the diamond haze of the beach something dark was fumbling along. “The Sound of the Shell,” Lord of the Flies, William Golding Here come the choir boys!! Yes, the “something dark…fumbling” was the choir boys — the religious choir…
So You Wanna Be a Human? Read Lord of the Flies. (LOTF Post 1)
(The first in a series of LOTF posts. I hope you enjoy.) The boy with fair hair lowered himself down the last few feet of rock and began to pick his way toward the lagoon. So begins William Golding’s famous…
Learn with Humans (and not just during a pandemic)
Hansu never told him to study, but rather to learn, and it occurred to Noa that there was a marked difference. Learning was like playing, not labor. Pachinko, Min Jin Lee Well wouldn’t that make life a whole lot easier.…
Talk to Humans (and not just during a pandemic)
But I wanted someone fascinating. — Camila about Billy Daisy Jones and The Six, Taylor Jenkins Reid Dear Readers, So I’ve been spending a lot of time at home lately. And in other breaking news, because the library is closed…
A Rested Development*
I lost the race before the start / … I need a place to lay my head. Drew Holcomb and the Neighbors In his song “A Place to Lay My Head,” Holcomb likens life to a race — a race…
Your Identity Is Not Your Own
Sometimes I wake up with the sadnessOther days it feels like madnessOh, what would I do without you? “What Would I Do Without You,” Drew Holcomb and the Neighbors More and more in life I find my identity hopelessly intertwined…
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