Because I have a slight book obsession...
Okay, a massive book obsession.
Don't judge me.
I decided to check out The History Channel's "This Day In History" option and was delighted to find there's a major literary date today.
Well, major to me.
On November 14th, 1851 Herman Melville's Moby Dick is published!
Okay, a massive book obsession.
Don't judge me.
I decided to check out The History Channel's "This Day In History" option and was delighted to find there's a major literary date today.
Well, major to me.
On November 14th, 1851 Herman Melville's Moby Dick is published!
Most of you are making this face right now (she dragged us in here for this?)
It originally flopped big time. Anyone that was forced to read this in high school is currently nodding their heads.
Let's face it, the book is kind of boring.
Surprised? I enjoyed it, but not enough to rave about it or thrust it upon someone as a recommended read. I own a copy because it's a classic.
No, my heartstrings are pulled for this book because it reminds me of English class and one of the best teachers I've ever had.
This was the second book we read in John Mitchell's class. We spent an entire class period on the opening line "Call me Ishmael." I still have copies of my notes. I remember many late nights and splitting analysis work with friends.
So, I'm not about to run and pick up my copy to celebrate the release of the novel. I'm merely going to smile and remember the teacher that pushed me to be better and work harder. I'll think back on the many class discussions that erupted into yelling that could be heard down the hall. I'm going to be thankful that Mitchell questioned our beliefs and forced us to think for ourselves.
I'm also going to make my kids read it when they get old enough. Because it's my duty as a Mitchell Child to continue inflicting Melville on future generations. (Once a Mitchell Child, always a Mitchell Child)
Rest in Peace, Mitchell. Save me a seat in Heaven's library!
Let's face it, the book is kind of boring.
Surprised? I enjoyed it, but not enough to rave about it or thrust it upon someone as a recommended read. I own a copy because it's a classic.
No, my heartstrings are pulled for this book because it reminds me of English class and one of the best teachers I've ever had.
This was the second book we read in John Mitchell's class. We spent an entire class period on the opening line "Call me Ishmael." I still have copies of my notes. I remember many late nights and splitting analysis work with friends.
So, I'm not about to run and pick up my copy to celebrate the release of the novel. I'm merely going to smile and remember the teacher that pushed me to be better and work harder. I'll think back on the many class discussions that erupted into yelling that could be heard down the hall. I'm going to be thankful that Mitchell questioned our beliefs and forced us to think for ourselves.
I'm also going to make my kids read it when they get old enough. Because it's my duty as a Mitchell Child to continue inflicting Melville on future generations. (Once a Mitchell Child, always a Mitchell Child)
Rest in Peace, Mitchell. Save me a seat in Heaven's library!
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