I haven’t had my computer, so I’ve been completely unable to blog.
Or at least, that excuses the last six days. The month before that…I guess my happy thoughts were overarching and vague, not pin-pointy and specific.
I’m also considering changing the name of my blog again to something like Literintern, and just owning up to the fact that it’s basically all about books.
In the meantime, while I decide, please gaze at the lovely ocean that provided me with many overarching, vague happy thoughts when I was on Spring Break a couple weeks ago:
Also feel free to share your thoughts on the direction you think my blog should take.
I have read To Kill a Mockingbird about five times. Love. That. Book. But I always struggled with the freaking year it’s set in. I always thought it was the thirties, but so many people told me it was the turn of the century, or the forties, or even the fifties, and I was never sure.
But now I’m reading it again for my awesome independent study, and I found this line: “But it was a time of vague optimism for some of the people: Maycomb County had recently been told that it had nothing to fear but fear itself.”
Oh, to write so eloquently as to state the year without ever stating the year. Oh, to be able to write a book that requires five readings before finding that amazing line, just because all the other lines are so great that they can’t all be caught the first time through.