Monday, May 04, 2020

Book Excerpt for the Day


    Two things became apparent: first, that Ralph Waldo Emerson had lived and died in the 1800s and therefore could not have written any letters dated September third, 1940, and, second, that his writing was so dense and arcane that it couldn’t possibly have held the slightest interest for my grandfather, who wasn’t exactly an avid reader.  I discovered Emerson’s soporific qualities the hard way, by falling asleep with my face in the book, drooling all over an essay called “Self Reliance”.

    (from Miss Peregrine’s Home For Peculiar Children by Ransom Riggs)

    8½*/10.  The complete review is here.
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