From the time I started reading seriously, about three years ago, I've been exploring different genres. Interestingly enough, it seems that the lengthy classics are the books I enjoy the most — and I...
I was far from a troublemaker as a child, but I was frequently chastised for the one reason you would never expect an adult to take issue with. I was reading too much. But since entering college in September 2022, I’ve faced the opposite problem: I don’t read nearly enough. I’ve developed imposter syndrome of the literary kind. Do I still have the right to call myself a reader if I don’t read like I used to?
I did not pick up “This Is How You Lose the Time War” by Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone because of the beautiful cover art, the intriguing summary or even the review comment from Madeline Miller herself. Rather, I picked it up because of a tweet I saw four months ago
Emily’s ability to indulge her emotions are of course, rich in imagery, metaphor and color. I think at times it may feel intimidating to try to articulate the extent of your feelings. What conveys too little? What precisely conveys what I feel? Does this sound pretty enough?
There are a limited number of lesbian novels depicting young people which are not entirely about coming out, dating games or involving some supernatural, fantasy element — especially ones that have come out in the last 10 years.
People used to talk a lot about how much they hated getting hand-me-downs. As the youngest sibling, I had a plethora of clothing that was older than me filling up my closet. But nowadays, I seek out hand-me-down clothing, whether that’s from my family, my friends or local thrift stores. I get so much more enjoyment out of the history (or potential history) behind the pieces than simply buying a shirt from a department store.
In this household devoid of literacy, where no one could distinguish the difference between simple Chinese characters like “己” and “已” an unexpected obsession cultivated within a young boy — my brother.
“The Memory Police” by Yoko Ogawa takes the thread of forgetting and spins it into a poignant novel about memory—the story eloquently captures the reality of moving forward, continuing forward, which isn’t always rainbows and butterflies.
While maybe Jo and Friedrich did not get together in the traditional rom-com way portrayed in the movie as potential fiction — they still did end up together in my eyes. The movie is absolutely incredible no matter how one views the ending.
The BU chapter of the nonprofit organization Storybook Channel led a book swap last week to raise awareness about their club and its mission to support independent bookstores, donate children’s books to low-income schools and share diverse stories.
