So, last Saturday, I had a bunch of people over to make gingerbread houses. After the decorating and the gorging (one for me, one for the house – on a totally unrelated note, in case you were wondering, eating nothing but candy, cookies, and icing for two days straight is…
Anyone who comments with “that’s what she said” gets a kick in the pants. So, Narnia. The series that started it all for me. I really didn’t want to read The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe; at Brownies, another girl who was trying to bluff her way through her…
I don’t trust J. K. Rowling. Not, like, in the way where as I say so in the voiceover, we cut to a shot of her looking past the camera mysteriously and then turning to walk through the door of my enemies’ house/boardroom/hangout. For one thing, I don’t even have…
If your high school English class was similar to mine, you probably learned something about The Great Chain of Being. This, we were taught as we drummed impatiently on our copies of whatever Shakespeare play happened to be on the curriculum this year, was an Elizabethan concept of the order…
After I noticed my sister reading it (thanks, Deb), I picked up The Narcissism Epidemic: Living in the Age of Entitlement, by Jean M. Twenge and W. Keith Campbell, two psychologists. While I thought the authors had many intriguing points, and of course it was worth the read to get…
Warning: I found something on the Internet that annoys me again! So I just finished Mockingjay, the third book of Suzanne Collins’s Hunger Games trilogy. If you haven’t read it, turn off your computer now and go do it. It is one of the very best series of YA books…
… and everybody who’s anybody is in love with her. (No, I’m not talking about Smurfette*.)
I don’t know why I’m beginning this new entry now (Monday morning), when I’m not really sure where I’m going to take it, when House, M. D. starts up again tonight* and will probably inspire me to a variety of rants and/or analyses. Then again, I’m winging this one with…
Okay, my “short” reviews don’t seem to be that short anymore. So, in the interests of returning to my terse roots, reviews in three sentences or fewer! Proust Was a Neuroscientist (Jonah Lehrer, 2007) —