Hello, everyone! It sure has been a while. In fact, I last saw you when I was right in the middle of a three-part series of posts, leaving you hanging with number two, only to take an unplanned, unannounced 5-month hiatus.
I know, I know. I’m the worst blogger ever.
Hello there, readers!
First of all, I’m sorry that I haven’t been posting lately. My workload from school has made sure that I don’t have a single free moment, and to top it all off, a wrist problem has made it very painful for me to type anything.
Hello, everyone! Since it is now October, my September hiatus is officially over.
I’ve really enjoyed my break from blogging, and I feel ready to jump back in. But I feel that I owe you an explanation of why I took a hiatus in the first place.
I love reading, but I am terrible about getting off my bum and reading important, weighty books. You know, hard books. Books that are over a thousand years old. Or books that wrestle with tough questions. Or books that delve into the darkness of the human soul.
If left to my own devices, I’d just read Shakespeare comedies and C.S. Lewis (whose writings, although complex, are quite readable) all the time. That’s why I appreciate literature classes: they push me into books that I’d never read otherwise.
Remnants of Wit 