unfinished books on my desk
This is not something I would normally pick up, but I read a good review of it AND at the beginning of summer I was a little bitter at academia for the selfish reason that I don’t have a full time job. So I wanted to relish this book, but the meanness with which Prose treats her own main character made me squirm. I probably won’t finish this one.
The Common Sense: What to Write, How to Write it, and Why by Rosemary Deen and Marie Ponsot
I picked this up because it’s a composition book (which I teach) written by Marie Ponsot, a poet (which I sometimes fancy myself to be). Unfortunately it reads like a composition book written by a poet. It’s not doing so much for me; it’s going back on the shelf for now.
Caramelo by Sandra Cisneros
Sandra Cisneros is a wonderful poet, and if you ever get a chance to see her read, it’s a once in a lifetime kind of thing. This novel, though, I could take or leave. I probably will finish it at some point, though, just because it’s there.
Feminism and Composition: A Critical Sourcebook by Kirsch et. al.
This summer I did not have the time or money to take a class, but after a year of teaching it, I wanted to read more intellectual stuff about composition. The only reason I put this down is because it’s a little intense. I will most likely keep picking it up and putting it down throughout the summer until I am done.