INT. RECOVERY ROOM – LATE MORNING I am slowly waking up, groggy from the anesthesia, which also gave me the best nap for the week. Doctor: Well, everything looked good. Me, perking up: Yes! Doctor: until we reached the end,…
Big day today: he went into his crate by himself to nap!
Riley is a 9-week old rescue I adopted on Wednesday. He’s already changing my life.
Westover’s use of the double vantage point throughout the book lets her and the reader take the journey together, with the comfort of knowing she did more than simply survive.
Where else will a reader find mention of Disney one page, and “pornographically lavish tree houses” on the next?
The crux of “Big Magic” is found at the end of the first paragraph on page nine where she defines “creative living” as “living a life that is driven more strongly by curiosity than by fear.”
Relative to “Kindergarten Cop,” “Renaissance Man,” or even “School of Rock,” “Bad Teacher” does more than simply break the conventions of teacher movies; it subverts them.
As I sit eating cereal for dinner, watching an episode of MasterChef that involves making Beef Wellington, I find myself swirling a series of questions in my head.
Returning to the three-story brick building, meeting with the same friendly, portly man who conducted the assessments, I learn my results.
If not for “Winner of the PEN/Hemingway Award” printed on the bottom of the cover, “Maps to Anywhere” is easily mistaken for a collection of nonfiction essays.