Okay, so, Chuck Wendig. I’ve been reading his blog for years and have read many of his short stories but somehow have not yet read any of his full-length work. I know what in the everliving cornfield is wrong with me? (I said cornfield because… Continue reading
I find it harder to write reviews of fiction than of nonfiction. I think it’s because, once we get past the basic questions (Can this author write a decent sentence? Do they understand grammar? Is there an actual plot? Are the characters believable?) we get to subjective questions.
For example, I hated Moby Dick with all the whale-hunting passion of a true Ahab.
I never got through anything… Continue reading
I’ve had this book for a long time. It’s an old copy, published 1963. I picked it up at a thrift store years ago.
I’ve been putting off reading it because I was scared. I’ve resisted it the same way I resisted Man’s Search for Meaning and the same way I’m… Continue reading
How did I make it through my entire, book-saturated childhood and never read this book?
I don’t know. It’s a complete travesty.
But I got it from the local library and was reading it and my 10 year old daughter picked it up and got interested and now I’ve finished… Continue reading