The Virtues of Frankenstein

As many of you know, I’ve embarked on a journey of fiction (not a fictional journey, I hope!) over the last few years. I like to think that I’m reclaiming my childhood love of reading for the pure fun of it and because I need/crave the creative spark that nonfiction was not giving, and variousContinue reading “The Virtues of Frankenstein”

Terrifying Russian Literature, a Style Challenge, and New Year’s Resolutions

The book sat on a side table in my bedroom, the one over by the corner fireplace, for six months. The oil portrait of its central character stared at me from the cover with those stoic, challenging eyes (like only Russians can), seemingly asking the question again, “Are you ready now? Is today the day?”Continue reading “Terrifying Russian Literature, a Style Challenge, and New Year’s Resolutions”