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Update: 30-Day Book Selfie Challenge

Day 7
Day 7

Day 7: Book with the best male lead- Ender’s Game by Orson Scott Card

Day 8
Day 8

Day 8: book with the best supporting characters- The Magicians by Lev Grossman

Favorites include: Alice, Janet and Eliot

Day 9
Day 9

Day 9: the book you would recommend to anyone, ever- Sextrology by Starsky and Cox

By far the best, and most accurate, astrological account I’ve ever read. Continue reading Update: 30-Day Book Selfie Challenge


A modern take on Hemingway’s “list for a young writer”:

Hemingway's reading list  Photo credit: Open Culture
Hemingway’s reading list
Photo credit: Open Culture

Though I’m still very much a young reader and writer, this list was inspired by “Earnest Hemingway’s reading list for a young writer,” on Open Culture.

The list is rather indecipherable as Hemingway’s handwriting doesn’t exactly lend itself to the eyes of the reader, however, the author was kind enough to transcribe it, and I’ve posted it below.

  • “The Blue Hotel” by Stephen Crane
  • “The Open Boat” by Stephen Crane
  • Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert
  • Dubliners by James Joyce
  • The Red and the Black by Stendhal
  • Of Human Bondage by Somerset Maugham
  • Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy
  • War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy
  • Buddenbrooks by Thomas Mann
  • Hail and Farewell by George Moore
  • The Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoyevsky
  • The Oxford Book of English Verse
  • The Enormous Room by E.E. Cummings
  • Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte
  • Far Away and Long Ago by W.H. Hudson
  • The American by Henry James

Now, most of these are on Collegeboard’s recommended reading list for prospective college students and included on the Goodreads “English Major Reading List” shelf.

But, what if you’re not an English major, or you find literature boring and outdated– what should you be reading? Continue reading A modern take on Hemingway’s “list for a young writer”:

The Birthday Box

I killed a bird on my birthday.

Honestly, I don’t think it felt anythin’.  It just kinda dipped down at the last second and it just got sucked under my tire.

Real quick too, like before I even had a chance to swerve, or break, or anythin’.

Anyway, I pulled over to see if I could save it, but it was pretty banged up. It wasn’t breathing or anythin’, but I figured I should call Gramma just in case.

I’ve lived with my Grandmother since I can remember. Never knew my parents. Both of ‘em were meth-heads, or somethin’ like it.

They left me on the porch wrapped in a nasty, ol’ sheet, still bloody and screamin’ my head off.

Haven’t heard from ‘em since.

Continue reading The Birthday Box