Feeling Guilty About Yesterday

I'm feeling badly about trashing Kate Chopin's The Awakening yesterday. If you're a person old enough to date, try reading her short story The Story of an Hour. It was my first exposure to her back while I was in college, and I've never forgotten it. It's really, really short.

Also relating to yesterday's post: If you're a young person who would like to try an Old English epic (or an older person who thinks it would be very improving to make a young person read one), Seamus Heaney's translation of Beowulf is far more readable than the one I struggled through in college. I know a fourteen year old boy who actually read it during summer vacation. It didn't change his life or anything, but it didn't scar him the way Romeo and Juliet and A Tale of Two Cities appear to have.