to quench my fury with the current, pitiful state of the written word-dovekeepers anyone, my friend mrs. burns convinced me to enroll in an itunes university’s literature course.

she had  to pick yale.

i was fine with a nice community college.

nevertheless, we have embarked on the american novel post 1945.

i’m only three books in.

richard wright’s black boy is what people should be reading in their book clubs; not the mcdonalds version also known as The Help.

flannery o’connor’s wise blood boiled my own with how long it took me to read. only 130 pages long, i had a hard time with this one. but the shining light is the lecture you can watch {in your bathrobe, in my case even bathtub} after you’ve finished.

i just started lolita last night.


the words read like a pretty melody.

the words read like a nightmare.

so wrong.

but, terribly fantastic.

happy reading m’loves.

p.s. did you know lolita is actually pronounced law-lee-ta? i’ve been saying it wrong forever.