Bleeding on the page

I think my students still believe that if you are good at writing, it should be easy. Right up there with the belief that some people are just born good writers, there’s also the belief that skill = lack of effort.

I just gave my students an assignment in which they were to write an analysis of a passage from Huck Finn. One (very bright) student bemoaned how hard it is to get the words out. “I have the ideas in my head,” she said, “but it’s torture to get them down on the page.”

I hear her. I was writing along with the class and felt pretty much the same way. The difference between the two of us is I didn’t expect it to be easy. It’s occurred to me that perhaps the most significant way I’ve grown as a writer is my acceptance that writing is almost always hard.

“There is nothing to writing,” Hemingway said. “All you do is sit down at the typewriter and bleed.”

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Summer update
  • We’ve spent the last 5 weeks in the US — we’re actually heading to the airport to return to Taiwan as I type. (Please forgive any typos. I’m posting on my phone.) It’s been a full but restful summer. We took part in an incredible rainbow-themed wedding, road-tripped around New England in my in-laws’ tricked out RV with my parents, and hit more thrift stores than I can count. :) Will write a separate road-trip post later (hopefully).

  • My in-laws have an amazing home. They own 100 acres on a mountain in Western PA. We spent much of our visit taking the four-wheeler around the woods, eating outside, sitting in the hot tub, swimming. It’s the perfect summer destination and I am so thankful for their hospitality (both to us and our visiting friends!).

  • I have newly come to love audiobooks. I want to write a separate post just on this, but in short, I got AirPods and a Brooklyn Public Library account and it’s changed my reading life dramatically. I’ve found I most enjoy listening to nonfiction and reading fiction.

  • I’ve read A LOT this summer! Best books so far: Less by Andrew Sean Greer; Sing, Unburied, Sing by Jesmyn Ward; The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Diaz; Goodbye, Vitamin by Rachel Khong; two biographies about RBG; and Elizabeth Warren’s A Fighting Chance. I’ve also listened to a bunch of parenting books (not my usual thing, but my daughter is pre-teening hard, so...)

  • I purchased a black maxi-dress with a minimal white floral print our first day back and I’ve worn it all summer! Seriously—I’ve probably worn it twice a week for the past 5 weeks. It is so nice to stumble upon an item of clothing that is so versatile. This has basically been the summer of my black dress and my thrift-store huaraches (which I have worn every single day since I purchased them).

  • As I’m approaching middle-age (I’m 35), I have started to find makeup interesting. Favorite additions — a beauty blender and highlighter. Now I’m on the hunt for the perfect MLBB lipstick.

  • I have also jumped on the natural skincare bandwagon. Coconut oil at bedtime and (diluted) apple cider vinegar mornings and evenings, and my face has never been clearer or more healthy-feeling. Lucy is not a fan of the ACV smell. She recoiled the first time she sniffed my newly-cleaned face and exclaimed, “That’s the opposite of perfume. That’s like STINK-fume.” Still worth it.

  • This is the first year in a loooong time I haven’t followed the World Cup beyond headlines. I’m sad about this. The WC has been my version of the Olympics. I used to always make predictions about what will change in our lives by the next WC. Four years is enough time to bring about major life changes. I have no predictions for 2022. I think partly it’s because we’re getting to the stage of life when loved ones are aging and I’ve become constantly more aware of the fragility of the world. It feels like a sharp turn from the optimistic daydreaming I’ve felt when making four-year predictions in the past. Am I more cynical or just more aware? Maybe it really is just that I’m getting older.

  • I have so much gratitude for the summer vacation that comes with being a teacher. It is such a gift to be able to be with my kids while they’re on break (I still remember the stress of arranging summer daycare) and have the TIME to travel.

  • I am finally thinking ahead to the rapidly approaching school year. It’s going to be the first year in which I’ll have the same teaching load as the previous year. I LOVE teaching juniors and seniors. The only thing I don’t like is getting attached to seniors and then having to say goodbye.

  • I gave the commencement speech this year. It was so nerve-wracking but also such an honor. Funny surprise — just as I was joking about “roasting” the seniors, one of them fell off the risers. It was really funny (because she didn’t get hurt).

  • Hard to post photos with spotty internet on the road, but here’s one of Lucy catching a dish within seconds of grabbing hold of the pole:

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Nothing is boring

We have a letter board in our dining room that says “NOTHING IS BORING.”  Clearly that’s aspirational. :) We hear choruses of “I’m bored! What should I do?” as much as the next parent, I’m sure (particularly from one child). 

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I helped that child make a “Not Bored” list and she quickly came up with the idea of playing with the chemistry set in the kitchen. It kept both kids entertained for over an hour, so I’d consider that a win (even though things inevitably ended in a sisterly spat, as is wont to happen these days).

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It was also a fun opportunity to try out the iPhone X’s portrait mode. It’s definitely still beta-quality, but it’s fun.

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Even more fun? The “bounce” feature, which turns Live Photos into GIFs. (Just open the Live Photo in Photos, swipe up on the image, then select “bounce”.) This is available on any iOS 11 device with Live Photo capabilities, not just the iPhone X.

Now I just need to figure out a way to embed Live Photo GIFs on the blog.

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Brief update

Lunar New Year break

The whole family was thrilled that Shelby joined us for CNY break. We packed a lot into her week here! We spent three days on Green Island (lots of adventures and beauty, some ferry puking), wandered around Tainan, and saw waterfalls and mountain forests alike. We also spent a few days just hanging around the house. It was a near-perfect break!

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Nintendo Switch

I bought Paul a Switch for Christmas and it has been a huge hit for the whole family. The biggest hit? Zelda, of course. 3/4 family members are obsessed (I am the lone holdout). The Switch has been a bonding point for a chunk of our staff housing community — four families got consoles over the holidays and it is a normal occurrence to have friends of all ages stopping by to compare notes and share tips. (Meanwhile, I'm loving Mario Kart and Puyo Puyo Tetris.) We even had a grown-up Switch party — we set up two gaming areas and then ended the night with an epic game of 1 - 2 -Switch. Hilarious.

Capsule wardrobe 2.0

I've been thinking a lot about decision fatigue recently, initially sparked by Better than Before (Gretchen Rubin) which discusses how habit-formation helps us by taking away the necessity of making decisions. I've long been intrigued by the idea of uniform dressing (ala Obama) but haven't felt quite ready to bite the bullet. I've decided to go with a cross between a uniform/capsule/"no-brainer" wardrobe. Last weekend (instead of grading papers), I pulled out my favorite (roughly) 30 items of clothing and folded/put away the rest. I'm going to rotate through these items until I get bored and/or the seasons change; after that, I'll switch out the 30 for warmer-weather clothing. So far, it's been great. I pretty much rotate between 4 button downs, 1 sweater, and 3 tees. All the clothes hanging on the rack fit well and require no thought. 

Haircut

I cut my hair over Christmas break! Then I cut it again just a month later! You can't really tell from the picture, but it's properly short — the back of my neck is fully exposed and I sure can't tie my hair back in a ponytail anymore (which was precisely the point). I've basically had the same hair my whole life and I have spent 90% of my waking hours with my hair in a ponytail. It's kind of nice to have to wear my hair down for a change. Having short hair is actually much higher maintenance, but surprisingly, I am enjoying actually having to care about my hair. For the first time in my life, I blow dry my hair almost daily. The awesome thing is it takes about 5 minutes (as opposed to 30, before). I also use a flat iron on the regular. Who am I??

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Reading update

I've recently read

  • Sweetbitter by Stephanie Danler (intriguing)

  • Death Comes to Pemberley by P.D. James (fun!)

  • Eligible by Curtis Sittenfeld (for the second time — still a cringy-yet-engrossing read)

  • Cry, the Beloved Country by Alan Paton (first time rereading since high school and I'd forgotten how good it is)

  • the aforementioned Better than Before by Gretchen Rubin

  • On Writing by Stephen King (absolutely lives up to the hype).

I'm 4 books ahead of my 52-book goal for the year. It hasn't been hard. Just about to dig into Things Fall Apart by Chinua Achebe for AP English. 

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Word of the Year: LIGHT

This year’s word is “light.”

Light — sunlight/sunrise. I want to wake up early and develop a morning routine that may include exercise, prayer, reflection/journaling, meditation, or even just pleasure. I want to greet the day with enthusiasm. (This means going to bed at a decent hour every night and perhaps tracking my time for a week to see how I can better approach my days). 

Light — the opposite of heavy. I tend to take myself (and everything) too seriously. I feel like I am getting even more uptight with age. This year, I want to lighten up a bit. I want to see humor in awkward situations and I want to let things go instead of overthinking everything. (But please don’t tell me to lighten up... that probably won’t end well. :) 

Light — clutter-free. I want to create and maintain streamlined systems to lighten up my environment. This means figuring out (once and for all?) how to keep papers organized at school and clothing organized at home. 

Light — I want my (newfound?) positivity to be evident to others (Matthew 5:16) and I want it to be contagious. I’m especially thinking about my children and my students, who carry burdens of their own. I want to lighten their burdens instead of adding to them (even when I am piling on the homework).

Light — My faith is complicated and can be a source of disquiet rather than strength or comfort. I know this isn’t right — God says he is our light and our salvation. (Psalm 27:1) I want to know this deep down. 

Happy 2018, everyone. 

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Books I enjoyed the most in 2017

I set the same reading goal for 2017 as I did in 2016 — 52 books, or a book a week. Happily, I hit my goal — and exceeded it by 10 books. (You can see the whole list of books here.) It actually started off as a rough year for reading. I hit a dry spell between April to June (I pretty much didn't finish a single book for two months)! I got so behind on my reading challenge, I considered giving up. Then I picked up just the right book to kickstart my reading and I ended up completing 31 books in November and December!

Without further ado, here are the books I enjoyed most in 2017 (in no particular order).

Disclaimer: if you are one of my students and you happened to find this, please note my reviews are based on personal enjoyment and are not meant to be recommendations. I have included warnings; nonetheless, if you're interested in one of these books, please talk with me or a parent before reading. 

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My Brilliant Friend, The Story of a New Name, Those Who Leave and Those Who Stay, and The Story of the Lost Child by Elena Ferrante

I actually didn't hear of The Neopolitan Series until The Story of the Lost Child came out last year (I remember reading several articles debating the ethics of attempts to uncover Ferrante's true identity), but somehow felt inspired to give the series a shot before Thanksgiving break this year. I couldn't put the books down — I finished the books in 5 days, the first three crammed around hectic work days. (I remember choosing to walk to school instead of biking so I could read for an extra five minutes before work!) I can't quite put my finger on why these books are so compelling — for sure, there are quirks to the storytelling I found unfamiliar or even odd — but there was something about following the two main characters over decades of growth and change that absolutely kept me invested. (Warning: dark themes and perhaps graphic scenes—I can’t remember!)

The Penderwicks: A Summer Tale of Four Sisters, Two Rabbits, and a Very Interesting Boy by Jeanne Birdsall

I bought Anna the first of this series maybe two years ago and she was never interested in reading it. Luckily for both of us, I preloaded it onto her Kindle (a Christmas present!), and she read it because she didn't have other options. She LOVED the book and flew through the rest of the series — and I loved it, too. (In fact, I am currently in the middle of Book 3.) There is something wholesome, heartwarming, and somewhat old-fashioned about the four sisters' adventures. This would be a great series to read aloud.

Moonglow by Michael Chabon

I've loved Chabon since I found myself captivated by The Adventures of Kavalier and Clay more than a decade ago. This — a fictionalized account of Chabon's grandfather's life — was right up there in terms of reading enjoyment. Part of what I love about Chabon is his (hyper-intellectual) vocabulary and his obscure allusions; I'd say this is his most accessible book yet, but it doesn't suffer for it. I really enjoyed this.

Ilustrado by Miguel Syjuco

This is a very recent read — I purchased a copy during our first bookstore visit here in the Philippines last week. I knew I was in for a treat within the first few pages. The book is ostensibly a mystery centered on Crispin Salvador, a (fictional) Filipino writer who is found dead in New York City under mysterious circumstances. The protagonist, who shares the author's name, takes it upon himself to write about Salvador's life, and as such heads back to the Philippines to conduct interviews with acquaintances and relatives. I've read that the real-life Syjuco doesn't like this designation, but I'd consider this book post-modern (or post-post-modern?) in its style and structure — it's very meta. The book is comprised of the aforementioned narrative thread as well as chunks of writing from fictional Salvador's works, but also includes another layer adding to the main narrative, in which portions of the protagonist's first-person story is also told in an omniscient third-person point of view. Confusing? The book is a little confusing, too, but I found it plenty fun to just keep reading and enjoy the ride. I liked the book because of its familiarity (so many of the scenes and cultural references hit close to home) and because of its subject matter — the Philippines and its complicated identity, literature and its power (or lack of power) to incite change — but I wonder if a reader unfamiliar with the Philippines would find it less compelling. 

Turtles All the Way Down by John Green

I find Green's brand of heart and braininess so attractive, I often wish I could jump into his books and become best friends with all the characters. I enjoyed this much more than The Fault in Our Stars (which is actually perhaps my least favorite Green book, although I liked it better upon a second reading). Aza, the protagonist, struggles with anxiety and OCD and, while my own challenges aren't exactly like hers, I found her story so relatable, so recognizable. I've loaned my copy out to several high school students and they've all loved it. (Warning: could be triggering.)

The Complete Maus by Art Spiegelman

I lucked into reading this because my colleague (and much-appreciated reader-friend) happened to be reading this with students he is tutoring and loaned me a copy. I ended up reading the entire thing in one very, very emotional evening. I have trouble putting my finger on where exactly the power of this narrative comes from — is it the complicated relationship between the speaker and his father that makes it so real, or is it the depiction of Jews as mice (and the Nazis as cats) that lends it both enough distance and enough proximity to make familiar horrors new? Each page is painful but infinitely worth reading. (Warning: this is obviously a dark and disturbing book. Please read it anyway.)

Frankenstein by Mary Shelley

I read this multiple times this year because it's part of the curriculum for a new class I'm teaching (AP English). I initially read it quite grudgingly, not sure I wanted to teach it at all. I'm glad I didn't skip it, but I happily admit it was the discussions with my students that really made me enjoy this book. (I'd argue one of the best parts of being an English teacher is having a ready-made book club, with members that sure as heck better read the book and be prepared to discuss. :) My students helped me see interpretations I hadn't seen on my own. My favorite takes are a questioning of the monster's reliability (and thus the ending of the story) and an interpretation of Frankenstein's creation as a Faustian bargain. There's much to unpack in this book and it's so enjoyably dark and "emo."

Green Island by Shauna Yang Ryan

I'm not aware of too many English-language books about Taiwan, so I was pretty excited to stumble upon this at our local bookstore. Paul picked it up right before he took a group of students to Green Island and he found it absolutely gripping. When I read it shortly afterward, I shared his sentiments. This book made me feel ashamed about how little I know about Taiwan's politics and how unaware I've been about the brutality of its history. The story follows a young girl whose father is accused of being a political dissident and is subsequently arrested during the now infamous 228 Incident. He reappears more than a decade later, but his return is painful and complicated for the whole family. It's an ambitious book, as the narrative follows the daughter's own growing political awareness after she moves to the US as an adult. It's also beautifully written. (Warning: some graphic scenes but they’re fairly isolated.)

The Way of the Heart by Henri Nouwen

This is an unusual pick for me — I prefer fiction, and I have complicated feelings about books centered on spirituality. I read this for work and, happily, I'm so glad I read it. Nouwen explores the faith practices of the "desert fathers and mothers" (a group of people I admittedly am not too familiar with). What I loved about this book is its message of simplicity — anyone who knows me knows I overthink everything, and overthink nothing more than my spiritual beliefs — and it was so refreshing and relieving to hear someone say (so gently) that maybe all we need to pray sometimes is "Lord Jesus Christ, have mercy on me." 

Franny and Zooey by J.D. Salinger

I reread this after I randomly took a quiz purporting to tell me which literary character I am most like (Franny, apparently). I'd read this before but remembered very little about it and am so glad I read it again. Yes, I absolutely relate to Franny — her emotionality, her instability, her simultaneous shallowness and depth, her desperation to find peace and truth. If you've read this, you'll know she is fixated on the Jesus prayer, the very prayer mentioned in the Nouwen book above. At any rate, the Franny story hit very close to home and, while I find Zooey quite insufferable, reading this made me want to take another deep dive into Salinger's body of work.

Always and Forever, Lara Jean by Jenny Han

If we were to play "Which of these is not like the others?", this book would take the cake. It's the third and final installment in Han's To All the Boys I Loved Before series. I would perhaps be embarrassed to love a book that is so obviously a fluffy teenage love story, but I really enjoyed this series. I love that the main character, Lara Jean, is half-Asian. I love that she is dorky and innocent. I love that she loves her family. I love the relationship between the sisters. This is a series I will no doubt reread again because it is just so fun.

Honorable mentions:

The War that Saved My Life — Kimberly Brubaker Bradley

Read this upon (4th grader) Anna's recommendation. It's about Ada, a girl with a club foot, who evacuates London with her brother during the second World War and finds herself in the care of a distant (but ultimately kind) woman. It's a lovely story that anyone would enjoy.

Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine  — Gail Honeyman

This is a quick read that is both funny and dark. I found the twist in the end unnecessary, but I still liked this book a lot. (Warning: could be triggering.)

Little Fires Everywhere — Celeste Ng

Wow. I can basically copy and paste the lines I wrote for Eleanor Oliphant above. Funny but dark, easy to read but with surprising depth. Also felt like some of the drama was unnecessary, but it was still good.

How to Behave in a Crowd by Camille Bordas
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I've been so swamped with work-related reading lately, I've barely had time to read for pleasure. Thus, rather than my usual tendency to binge-read a book in one or a few sittings, I started Camille Bordas's How to Behave in a Crowd a few pages at a time. It took me a while to get into the story, but before long, I was sucked in — to the point where I was sneaking in pages on my way to work and before appointments.

The protagonist Dory (or Izzie, as he prefers to be called) is the youngest of a large, Salinger-esque family of brilliant intellectuals. Unlike his pretentious siblings (who are sometimes hard to distinguish from one another), Dory is a kid with normal problems — loneliness, everyday humiliations, crushes on unattainable girls who may or may not know his name. Dory's normalcy makes him stand out from his siblings, who skipped grades at school and are prone to impart their wisdom to their naive younger brother in the most heavy-handed ways. We're told (and we see) that Dory is sensitive and empathetic in a way foreign to his siblings; he, for example, befriends his insufferably snobbish sister Simone's visiting penpal, Rose, because Simone can't bear to stoop to Rose's vacuousness. He pays attention to his loved ones and is frequently the only person to notice others' secret pain. At first, Dory's sensitivity seems like a weak consolation for the fact that he's not brilliant. But then we see that perhaps Dory's gift of emotional intelligence makes him the most brilliant of all. 

I really enjoyed this book. I loved Dory. I found his and his family's navigation through various events such as death, disillusionment, and failure compelling and real. While I never quite warmed up to Dory's siblings (until very literally the end of the book), the family's home was a place I liked to be, stained couch and all. I was sad to say goodbye (to Dory, not the couch). 

The beauty of this book is that things happen (big things!), but it's not about the plot. It's a psychological bildungsroman in which a character's inner life is even more fascinating than what's happening around him. 

I received this book from Blogging for Books in exchange for this review. All opinions are my own.

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The Golden House by Salman Rushdie
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My former boss once interviewed Salman Rushdie. She's met hundreds of prominent people over her career, and she said he stuck out as a favorite because he was both brilliant and generous. 

For this, and also because it is ubiquitous in Books You Have to Read lists, I once packed Midnight's Children as my only reading option on an intercontinental plane ride. I ended up giving up about halfway through (it's a THICK book!). I found the writing brilliant, yes, but not really that generous — in fact, it almost read as if it were a vehicle to display Rushdie's brilliance, and that's why the book is so long.

Actually, the truth may also just be that I'm not bright enough (or patient enough) to enjoy Rushdie's brilliance (I once also ditched the almost universally-lauded Wolf Hall mere chapters from the end, so I am serious when I say this is the likely explanation). 

For this reason, I was nervous to request an advanced review copy of The Golden Hour. I was afraid I'd have a hard time finishing it. But the blurb said this book is a scathing commentary on today's political and cultural climate (my paraphrase), so I was intrigued. (Also, I felt the need to finish a Rushdie sooner rather than later.) This time, I plowed through the book during a cross-country road trip. I finished in a few days — and I enjoyed it!

The Golden House is about privileged family, Nero Golden and his three grown sons. The Goldens are remarkable because of their wealth (they own a mansion in a private New York City neighborhood), but also because they suddenly appear in New York with nary a backstory. In fact, they are intent on obscuring their shared family history — we don't even know their real names or their country of origin. We are made privy to this family's secrets by a Nick Caraway-esque narrator, who initially tells us his job is to observe, but, of course, gets himself inextricably tied to each family member's fate all the way to the bitter end. The narrator, who gives himself a pseudonym (Rene — take a guess as to why a pseudonym is necessary), almost immediately excuses his obsession with the family by claiming he is writing a screenplay in which they are the subjects. And thus begins the tale.

What I liked about this book: Rushdie is not shy when using foreshadowing (is it foreshadowing if he tells us outright that something bad is going to happen?), but it worked for me. I genuinely wanted to know what would happen next, especially once Rene gets more directly involved. I also enjoyed the hyper-currentness of the piece, which I'm not sure I've ever experienced in a novel— Rushdie takes us all the way past Trump's victory to 2017. The way he paints the most recent election is fascinating and disturbing (Trump's character is The Joker, Clinton is Batgirl) — I was acutely aware of just how farcical real life seems right now. Rushdie also dips into a multitude of worlds within his narrative — we hear about the art scene in New York City, Indian mob culture, even the inner-thoughts of a Russian gold-digger. And the writing? It's clear as a neon sign that Rushdie is brilliant. 

Surprise, surprise. That brilliance is maybe my biggest beef with the book. Rushdie, like in Midnight's Children, is too smart for me — he drops names (and all manner of trivia, in various languages) with reckless abandon. He also has such a strong voice, which is excellent, except every character sounds like they are various versions of the same voice. (No one, including the younger characters, sounds like they actually live in current day New York City.) In fact, the setting is confusing — it's supposed to be now, in a world I recognize, but the portrayal of actual events is so stylized, it could be of any made-up place, in any made-up time. (I'm thinking now that perhaps that was the point!) The actual plot centering on the Goldens almost feels anachronistic. I found it jarring when there are current-day references — oh yeah, this is supposed to be happening in my world.

By now, this is sounding like a negative review. On the contrary, I quite liked this book and would recommend it. The plotting was, at times, delicious and Rushdie gives nice, satisfying pay-offs. (I found it terribly unfair but quite enjoyable that one character gets to have his cake and eat it, too.) Suffice it to say, The Golden Hour has made me want to give Midnight's Children another shot. 

I received this book from Net Galley in exchange for this review. All opinions are my own.

Hagseed by Margaret Atwood
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Hag-Seed by Margaret Atwood is a modern retelling of William Shakespeare's The Tempest, which I have not read. I worried that might make this review unfair, but then I realized there's got to be a good number of Margaret Atwood fans (or fans of literary fiction in general) who might be interested in Hag-Seed but also haven't read The Tempest. If you belong in that category, this review is for you.

First of all, I don't think you have to be familiar with The Tempest to enjoy Hag-Seed. Atwood includes a plot synopsis of the play, but at the back of the book — I took this to mean she also doesn't think you need to know the original story to enjoy Hag-Seed. That said, I can imagine that familiarity with the original story would be helpful. But I'll get back to that later. 

Here's the basic plot of Hag-Seed: Felix is a play director who finds himself ousted from his position. He subsequently flees from all aspects of his previous life and holes up in a cave-like dwelling out in the middle of nowhere. For work, he secures a position as a teacher at a correctional center, with the condition that he be allowed to base the curriculum on a study and performance of a Shakespearean play. Meanwhile, he is dealing with his own demons — the grief of a past tragedy, the spite towards his ousters, his desire for revenge. All of this culminates in Felix's decision to have his inmate students perform The Tempest, both as a way to exorcize his demons and as a vehicle for revenge. 

To return to a previous point — you don't have to have read The Tempest to enjoy this book, but I'm willing to bet the story would be a lot more enjoyable if you had. There are plot contrivances that are understandable only because I know Atwood was following the original story. The characters are a bit uneven — the prisoners, particularly, seemed less believable as actual contemporary criminals than as background players in a Shakespearean comedy. I can, however, imagine the delight I would've experienced in connecting Atwood's story and characters with the original. 

I have always loved Atwood and there are certainly moments that shine for the writing. I particularly admired the sympathetic and believable depiction of Felix's relationship with his deceased daughter's ghost. But what I enjoyed most is the depiction of Felix's classes. As an English teacher, it tickled me to see a skilled teacher tease meaning and intrigue out of a Shakespearean work, especially since I will be teaching Shakespeare for the first time this year. Would that I be half as inspiring as Felix!

I received this book from Blogging for Books in exchange for this review. All opinions are my own.

New page: book reviews!

I've long said a dream job would be any job that would allow me to request books from publishers. I recently realized I don't need to quit my day job to make that a reality. I've joined a couple of review programs that allow me to request books for review. So far, I've read and enjoyed The Heirs by Susan Rieger and The Golden House by Salman Rushdie. Check out those reviews (and more to come) here! You can find my reviews and other book-related posts by clicking on the "Book Reviews" tab above.

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