Tag Archives: books

Book Club Leader

Do you need a book club leader? I can help. My role is part-teacher, part-tour guide and part-facilitator. My role is less of a participant as it is teacher/moderator. That’s a book club leader does. For example, if going through a classic like Ernest Hemingway’s The Old Man and the Sea, we’d get into things […]

The Trial by Franz Kafka

The Trial by Franz Kafka I’ve just started reading The Trial by Franz Kafka. As most people who graduated high school, I’ve read . About The Trial, Wikipedia says: On his thirtieth birthday, the chief cashier of a bank, Josef K., is unexpectedly arrested by two unidentified agents from an unspecified agency for an unspecified […]

What I’m Reading: Flies and Cuckoos

What are you reading? I read a lot. Sometimes, it goes with the job.  Gotta keep sharp. Sometimes, what I read is a product of curiosity. Since my job is a mix of teaching various levels of students, fiction sand poetry writing, and writing speeches, this covers a lot of territory. Some American classic one […]

The Sot-Weed Factor (First Line)

The Sot-Weed Factor In the last years of the Seventeenth Century there was to be found among the fops and fools of the London coffee-houses one rangy, gangling flitch called Ebenezer Cooke, more ambitious than talented, and yet more talented than prudent, who, like his friends-in-folly, all of whom were supposed to be educating at […]

It Was a Dark and Stormy Night (First Line)

It Was a Dark and Stormy Night It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents, except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the house-tops, and fiercely agitating the […]

The Catcher in the Rye (First Line)

The Catcher in the Rye ‘If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you’ll probably want to know is where I was born, and what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I […]

Saul Bellow on Chicago

I am an American, Chicago born—Chicago, that somber city—and go at things as I have taught myself, free-style, and will make the record in my own way: first to knock, first admitted; sometimes an innocent knock, sometimes a not so innocent. —Saul Bellow, (1953)

Lloyd Jones, Mr. Pip

But you know, Matilda, you cannot pretend to read a book. Your eyes will give you away. So will your breathing. A person entranced by a book simply forgets to breathe. The house can catch alight and a reader deep in a book will not look up until the wallpaper is in flames. For me, […]

Lloyd Jones, Mr. Pip

But you know, Matilda, you cannot pretend to read a book. Your eyes will give you away. So will your breathing. A person entranced by a book simply forgets to breathe. The house can catch alight and a reader deep in a book will not look up until the wallpaper is in flames. For me, […]