The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde – Robert Louis Stevenson

Televised Murders, Oompa-Loompas , and Other Reasons I Hate Library Genre Stickers. Continue reading “The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde – Robert Louis Stevenson”

The Diary of Anne Frank (The Definitive Edition)

*NOTE: This is the Definitive Edition of Anne Frank’s diary. I have never read the common version which was originally published and heavily edited by Otto Frank. The older version cut out Anne’s hatred for her mother, negative comments about other Annex members, and Anne’s sexual thoughts/musings (which are almost pornographic) as she experienced puberty. The definitive version was first published in 1987 and has been banned from many schools.*

Paper has more patience than people.” (page 6) Continue reading “The Diary of Anne Frank (The Definitive Edition)”

Becoming Mrs. Smith – Tanya E. Williams


“Miss Marshall,” he says. “She’s getting married.”
“Does that mean we’ll have to call her Mrs. Marshall?” Iris asks from across the table.
“No, Iris. She will have to take the last name of her new husband.”
“Huh?” Iris looks dumbfounded.
“Say Violet marries me.” John hesitates and casts me a brief glance. “She would become Mrs. Smith.”” (page 241 – [Amazon Kindle version]) Continue reading “Becoming Mrs. Smith – Tanya E. Williams”

We Have Always Lived in the Castle – Shirley Jackson

My name is Mary Katherine Blackwood. I am eighteen years old, and I live with my sister Constance. … I dislike washing myself, and dogs, and noise. I like my sister Constance, and Richard Plantagenet, and Amanita phalloides, the death-cup mushroom. Everyone else in my family is dead.” (page 1) Continue reading “We Have Always Lived in the Castle – Shirley Jackson”

Why Didn’t They Ask Evans – Agatha Christie

“Isn’t it odd?” she said. “We seem, somehow, to have got in between the covers of a book. We’re in the middle of someone else’s story. It’s a frightfully queer feeling.”
“I know what you mean,” said Bobby. “There is something rather uncanny about it. I should call it a play rather than a book. It’s as though we’d walked on to the stage in the middle of the second act and we haven’t really got part in the play at all, but we have to pretend, and what makes it so frightfully hard is that we haven’t the faintest idea what the first act was about.”” (page 159) Continue reading “Why Didn’t They Ask Evans – Agatha Christie”