I never thought I would enjoy Robinson Crusoe. Daniel Defoe's Robinson Crusoe was assigned in a literature class I am taking this year as the second book of the semester. I entered into it with a slight sense of dread, trying to temper that with the hope that it wouldn't be as bad as I thought… Continue reading Book Review: Robinson Crusoe
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 Book Review: The Prisoner of Zenda
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.
Michael started the message down the ship, through each of the slaves, convicts, fighters. Within the hour, he told me I had every man's allegiance.
The world lurched beneath me and my head slammed into something hard. I moaned and opened my eyes a crack. The world was mostly dark, with a single flickering source of light at the end of what looked like a long tunnel.