Ah, summer... when this Scottish gal turns a bit less pasty, nothing feels better than reading in the pool, and the beach hair makes its comeback... But this summer has turned toasty in more ways than one! As a runner, I've been waking up early to beat the relentless Arizona heat. I love my morning…
It seems that every year around the beginning of summer I reread or at least skim parts of Gone with the Wind. I even venture to take the 959-page tome into the pool, to the horror of bookworm friends who doubt my ability to keep from dropping it into the water. (Seriously, people, I am an…
One of my friends who knows more about movies than I do informed me that "Inception" does not actually refer to having one thing within itself but rather having a story begin at the end (or something like that) and that my cookies more accurately could be compared to nesting dolls, with one thing holding a…
Upon entering this year, I thought that I was prepared to face that dread combination of restlessness, fatigue, and frustration that has been plaguing high school seniors since the dawn of time (or at least the dawn of secondary education). I was wrong and realize now, having forsaken productivity for a few hours to breathe for the first…
I first picked up Middlemarch in a bookstore because the author's name was unfamiliar and therefore intriguing. "George Eliot?" I wondered aloud. "I've never read anything by him before." "Her," my mom corrected, listening into my thoughts. "George Eliot was a woman." Of course then I had to read it. Being a girl with a boy's…
In the middle of Joseph Conrad's Heart of Darkness, I began to despair of first, the human condition, and second, ever actually finishing the deceptively-short book. I clearly needed a break- and some food as I had been reading for hours- so I decided to try my hand at a new recipe for lemon bars.…
