After my post of a few weeks ago bemoaning the depravity of today's literature, let me assure that there are indeed still excellent books in the world. Books that spin a tale of adventure and keep you up far later than is right (oops). The Prisoner of Zenda is one such book. Rudolph Rassendyll is a... Continue Reading →
Writing is my passion. That's easy enough to see (and if you can't see it, I will gladly tell you about it for a full three hours). I've loved to write for longer than I can remember, though some of my earlier ventures barely qualify as actual "writing." I've poured a lot of hours into... Continue Reading →
Have you ever heard a story that you loved so much you could listen to it over and over again? Is there a book that you've worn through from so many re-readings? A movie with scratches on the disc because you have to watch it again? Stories are incredible and many of them are so... Continue Reading →
Have you ever read Chaucer? Dickens? Thucydides? I have. Granted, all of these examples were for school, but I am glad of the chance to consume such literature.
Passion and Purity by Elisabeth Elliot is a quiet little book. It's not particularly long and is the exact opposite of flashy. From the cover to the introduction to the book itself, Elliot creates an atmosphere of peace and rest.
I began reading Jane Eyre after a ridiculously frustrating injury in April and I loved it, so I had to keep the review.
I only read Crazy Love a few months ago, but I'm already looking forward to reading it again someday.