May 25, 2011
The first book I ever read on my own was Dr. Seuss’s Green Eggs and Ham. I remember being so proud that I carried it around the house offering to perform it for anyone who would listen. I also recall not being completely sure if I was truly reading or if I just had the words memorized (I was a weird, introspective little kid). Nevertheless, from that moment on I could always seek out a quiet place...
Nov 10, 2010
When you go to school in New England, you read The Witch of Blackbird Pond in the sixth grade and The Crucible in the eighth.
I far prefer Elizabeth George Speare’s novel to Arthur Miller’s, because I’m a sucker for a happy ending. It hasn’t got the intellectual complexity or allegorical theme, but it does have an absorbing, if straightforward, premise.
Kit Tyler is that classic...
Aug 27, 2010
OK. OK. I know I’m new around here (like that means anything – it’s all new), and I know coming right out of the chute and reviewing a goddamn children’s book isn’t exactly going to make me the Fonz around the favoritethingEVER lunch table, but I guess I don’t care. I guess I’m willing to risk it. When inspiration strikes, even if it comes in the form of something as seemingly sappy as...
Jul 24, 2010
In the third grade, I met Mrs. Palombi, my favorite teacher ever. She taught us how to churn butter (you sit in a circle, pass around a bottle of heavy cream that everyone takes a turn shaking up, and spread the resulting curds on Ritz crackers), she brought a cotton candy machine to the Fall Festival (during the summer, she ran a beach shack that sold summer treats) and let you “roll your...