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Telling it Like it Is

Welcome back, readers! Does anyone else feel like there’s no escape from all the Royal Baby Hype? Like, the kid’s more famous after a day than any of us will ever be? Bitter some? Nahhh. All respect to the Duke and Duchess and little prince baby George Alexander Louis, but this week we’re going to get down and dirty with some scary good themes and tell Mary Shelley’s notorious monster of a novel, FRANKENSTEIN --- a book that’s pretty much the exact opposite of the royal baby. Or kind of the same. Depends which literary theorist you subscribe to, you know?
Welcome back, readers! Hope you all enjoyed your long holiday weekend and had ample opportunity to express your freedom and wear red, white and blue non-ironically and watch the most beautiful fireworks ever (because aren’t the ones you’re watching always the most beautiful? --- there’s a casual life metaphor for you). Hopefully, you’ve slept off your hot dog coma by now, and you’re ready to get back to Telling It Like It Is business with me.
Hey guys, so I decided this week that this whole book thing is pretty stupid. I mean, you spends hours, days, weeks, even, looking at a bunch of tiny words on a flimsy piece of paper (or eBook screens if you’re feeency) and putting them together to make some kind of meaning in your already overwhelmed brain. Frankly, I’d rather keep trying to beat the 114th level of Candy Crush, because let me tell you --- that’s some lasting sa-tis-faction.
Welcome back to our second official installment of Telling It Like It Is: Classics Edition! We got off to a great (ha! pun!) start last week with THE GREAT GATSBY (if you missed it, you can find it here.) This week, over at 20SomethingReads we’re anticipating the theatrical releases of World War Z and This is the End by celebrating the end of the world --- in addition to all things dystopian.