Book Reviews

“I saw the pale stu­dent of unhal­lowed arts kneel­ing beside the thing he had put together. I saw the hideous phan­tasm of a man stretched out, and then, on the work­ing of some pow­er­ful engine, show signs of life, and stir with an uneasy, half vital motion. Fright­ful must it be; for SUPREMELY fright­ful would …

For it was in high-school a really sen­si­tive, intro­verted teen-age girl was intro­duced to Emily Dick­in­son and her world. My teacher, Mr. Ver­sace, knew I was about to be kicked out of school for tru­ancy and had no sup­port  of any type at home. I had no idea who Emily Dick­in­son was even though my …

Copy­right Helge Øverås When I started High School (some 25 years ago… gosh where did the time go?) I was intro­duced to the world of good and the not so good Eng­lish teach­ers. Unfor­tu­nately the first cou­ple of years the teach­ers which took my class fell into the lat­ter cat­e­gory. I still remem­ber their faces, …

I think, bar­ing some yet to be dis­cov­ered tribes in the deep­est parts of the Ama­zon, I was the last per­son on Earth to read The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown. I bor­rowed a copy from a friend at the place where I was work­ing then returned it com­pletely read in about 3 days. …

Cats are where it’s at… and that’s where I’m going to stop try­ing to write a Dr. Seuss type of blog post. Instead, I’ll blog about a few of my favorite famous, fic­tional cats, because my own cats are in the process of writ­ing a blog with me, so every­one will have to wait to meet …

I ordered this book from my local library for my hus­band because I saw it men­tioned some­where by some­one and I actu­ally remem­bered the title 10 min­utes later. It’s not a new book and I had to wait sev­eral weeks for the librar­i­ans to dig it out of the county store as it was buried …

Long live King Barbar! I was rumi­nat­ing over and over ask­ing myself “who or what can I write about with the let­ter “B” besides “Bar­ney, the Dinosaur” who is one of my worst night­mares. This is my first post on ABC Wednes­days, so I wanted to write about some­one I was really fond of. He …

When I was 8 or 9 my par­ents’ friend came to visit us from Canada.  I loved it when he’d visit because he always brought presents.  Not lit­tle tourist trin­kets either — he shopped at Har­rods.  On this visit, he gave me a red, leather-bound book of Alice in Wonderland. I’d never owned a book …