I read Hard Times for the first time when I was 15 because an English teacher I really respected recommended that I read it over the summer after my freshman year of high school. (She's also responsible for my love of Don DeLillo and Margaret Atwood: she recommended White Noise and The Handmaid's Tale, too.) I'd almost totally forgotten what Hard Times is about. All I remembered was that a school with a mean teacher was involved. I think I wanted to reread it precisely because I didn't remember. And I love Dickens: A Tale of Two Cities is one of my favorite novels. (I tried reading Great Expectations, though, and didn't even make it halfway.) In fact, that's the first book I read after I graduated college the first time with an English degree. I decided that even though I had a piece of paper that said I had, I hadn't read anything. So I picked up the nearest "respectable" book which happened to be A Tale of Two Cities. I don't think I expected to like it at all - and I certainly didn't expect to absolutely love it.


Light in August
This novel makes me want to write a nastygram to 



