I forgot that I truly enjoy the study of literature. It seems obvious, but for quite some time it has not been to me. As I finished my BA in English- I did not love the study… I wanted to finish; I wanted my piece of paper. Then when I went on to teach English Lit to adoring teenagers I remembered for a bit, but that was quickly subsumed by trying to figure out how to teach literature to teens. I got lost in all of this for quite some time.

Now, I find myself with a bit of a break and what I rediscovered is that I like this- I want to do this more. So I am reading from Harold Bloom’s book, The Western Canon, and enjoying it immensely.