Guest Blogs: Mine

Guest Blog: My Thoughts on ‘Jane Eyre’

I recently wrote a guest blog for Charles French’s series on the U.L.S., or Underground Library Society. I picked Charlotte Brontë’s ‘Jane Eyre’ as my novel. If you’re interested in giving this a read, check out what I wrote on the masterpiece here. Feel free to contact French if you’re interested in potentially contributing a piece as well.

Also if you’d like to read fellow author Andrew McDowell’s piece he wrote for U.L.S. on Dicken’s “The Christmas Carol” the link to his blog can be found here, introducing what he wrote. I decided to take a crack at this after reading his take–thanks for the inspiration, Andrew!

Until then–happy reading and writing. Wonderful things can be found in books, can’t they? I recently finished reading a book where the villain was knocked out by a thick, 8oo pager paperback. I couldn’t help but smile. That was quite clever of the author, I thought.

Cheers.

Take A Book, Leave a Book

Some of My Favorite Books & Why

With no particular rhyme or reason, here are five of my favorite books. There are, of course, many, many, many more.

Hurry, scurry, get thee to a library!

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Peanut Butter & The Brontës

There are certain things in life especially comforting to me. These things change over time, cycle out and some return like chickadees bobbing in flight to the bird feeder. Peanut butter, the staple of many an American kid’s lunch pail, has been such a thing. I’ve discovered peanut butter filled pretzels and have not returned from the land of joy and rapture yet. Here and there I frolic, stepping in time with my Labrador, plucking away at my Nintendo DS and say hello to Charlotte, Emily and Anne in their land of Gondal. Heathcliff glowers nearby, Jane gives little Adèle her next English lesson and Mr. Rochester quietly pets Pilot, smiling. These are the elements refueling me lately, giving organic fertilizer and rest to my mind. That and the 18th century horses milling about don’t hurt either.

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