Once upon a time I was a bookworm. As a child I took such delight in sinking into a story. I can still remember being so engrossed in Gone with the Wind that when called to dinner by Mom I was shocked to find myself sitting in my own bed and not in Atlanta, Georgia with Scarlett and Rhett. But somewhere in the last few years the delight faded.
This blog will chronicle my quest to resurrect my inner bookworm. I'm determined to read through the required reading list for the Master's in English program at Cal Poly San Luis Obispo. In between Beowulf and Chaucer, I plan to stuff in a little world lit, a dash of nonfiction, and a generous helping of "fluff" books (Twilight, anyone?). Perhaps I'll reread a few favorites along the way.
And it all starts with Charlotte Bronte's Jane Eyre.

of course you started with jane eyre...
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