"I had the story, bit by bit, from various people, and, as generally happens in such cases, each time it was a different story."
This was probably my 6th or 7th time reading Wharton's slim little volume, but that didn't make it any less exciting or interesting or heartfelt.
In short, this book tells the tragic tale of Ethan Frome's life in Starkfield and the accident that determined the course of his life. And while I probably have passages memorized from reading it so many times, the novella still gets me every time.
Poor Ethan Frome is married to Zeena, a woman with chronic medical problems and a bit of a temper problem. Because of Zeena's health, the Fromes have taken in young Mattie to help. Mattie is full of youth and cheer and is the only bright spot in Ethan's dull life. And when Zeena leaves for medical treatment, Ethan and Mattie realize that there could be more....
On this most recent read, I paid particular attention to Wharton's description of the setting, which very much foreshadows and reflects the emotions Ethan struggles with throughout the course of the story. The very name of the town-Starkfield-reflects just as much. The cold, oppressive winter definitely reminded me of Zeena and her hold over Ethan and Mattie. It's a relentless, bitter control that doesn't even offer a glimpse of light or hope. And while I certainly made that obvious in discussing it, Wharton does it with skill-the setting looms as another character.
This is definitely a story of a doomed man, and a decision that altered what he wanted and needed most. And even though I know it's coming, I always wish he would change his mind (if only books worked that way, right?).
Anyway, just small thoughts for a small book with a big impact. If you're new to Wharton, this is a great place to start!
“But at sunset the clouds gathered again, bringing an earlier night, and the snow began to fall straight and steadily from a sky without wind, in a soft universal diffusion more confusing than the gusts and eddies of the morning. It seemed to be a part of the thickening darkness, to be the winter night itself descending on us layer by layer.”
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Saturday, January 14, 2012
Book 125: Finished.

*There might be slight spoilers below*
I am so glad that you all picked the Wharton novel as my 125th book off my list. It was the perfect choice for the halfway point, as Wharton has long been a favorite author and this title has been languishing on my shelf, waiting for me to finally pick it up and read it.
What I love most about Wharton is her ability to capture the societies she pokes fun at. As someone who grew up in a wealthy family, Wharton knew the pressures and constraints of having money...and of feeling obligated to go along with what is expected and appropriate.
She certainly captures than in this 1921 Pulitzer Prize winning novel. I can see why she won (although, I am curious what other novels came out that year). The Age of Innocence is an interesting look at the way people interact, relate, and ultimately change into what they "should be."

After running away from her husband, the Countess has decided to return home to her old family and start over. But of course, being thrust into society has its downpoints, and the "who's who" of New York society shuns her and her reputation. It is only after Newland steps in for her (at the bidding of May), that she is welcomed a touch more into the homes of the rich and snooty.
Newland ends up befriending Ellen Olenska and soon begins to spend quite a bit of time with her. He enjoys the fact that she pushes against the societal norm-dining with those who are not part of the social elite, carousing with married men, and speaking out of turn.
Newland finds it a stark contrast to the women he has grown up with, including his new fiance.
“In reality they all lived in a kind of hieroglyphic world, where the real thing was never said or done or even thought, but only represented by a set of arbitrary signs.”
Newland begins to question the world he thinks he knows. What if all women were like Ellen? What if they all spoke their minds? In a way, it scares him and he rushes his wedding forward before fully understanding what it is he wants.
And as soon as he does figure it out, well, it is too late. By that point the wedding is on at a far earlier date than may originally wanted, and to back out would mean the ultimate scandal for himself and May's family. It just wouldn't be understood and the knowledge of being ostracized from society for doing it would be too much.
So he marries May while he still carries within himself the love he developed for Ellen. It is a very tragic sense of loss and it is done in a way that is truly Wharton.
“Each time you happen to me all over again. ”

Near the end of the novel, it is clear that while Newland has thought of abandoning May, but is stuck in a place and choice he made when he was far too young.
And of course, the actual ending leaves the reader wondering.
What I loved best about thsi novel, is the commentary Wharton makes on choices and maturity. When we are young, we sometimes act rashly before knowing the true nature of what we desire. Like Newland, we rush into things, assuming that we know best and that what we want in the moment will be what we want forever.
"'She said she knew we were safe with you, and always would be, because
once, when she asked you to, you'd given up the thing you most wanted.'
Archer received this strange communication in silence. His eyes remained unseeingly fixed on the thronged sunlit square below the window. At length he said in a low voice: 'She never asked me.'"
And for that, I really loved the last scene of the book. Because while Newland could change his life in a moment, he chooses not to, accepting what choices he did made and staying true to what he decided in a younger age. At first I didn't get that, but the more I thought about it, the more I loved that decision. It showed a depth to Newland, and a level of growth, that wasn't there in the beginning of the novel.
I really did come to love the novel. When I began, I wasn't so sure...but the more I read, the more I relaxed into Wharton's style. And again, she impressed me with her writing and voice. This is certainly a new favorite (but secretly, I still love The House of Mirth more). :)
A few more lovely quotes...
“His whole future seemed suddenly to be unrolled before him; and
passing down its endless emptiness he saw the dwindling figure of a man
to whom nothing was ever to happen.”
“And you'll sit beside me, and we'll look, not at visions, but at realities.”
Monday, January 9, 2012
Book 125: The Age of Innocence by Edith Wharton and Book Stats.

Author: Edith Wharton (1862-1937)
First Published: 1920
My Edition: Barnes and Noble Classic (seen at right)
Pages: 308 (I own the paper version and a copy on my NookColor, so I will probably switch back and forth).
Other Works Include:The Touchstone (1900), The House of Mirth (1905), Ethan Frome (1911), The Reef (1912), The Custom of the Country (1913), Summer (1917), The Glimpses of the Moon (1922), Old New York (1924), The Gods Arrive (1932), and The Buccaneers (1938)
I was having some difficulty decided on a title to read for book 125. 125 is half of 250, so therefore this book is my halfway point book. Then my husband suggested a pick a few titles and have my readers select the next one. And since Wharton is a favorite of mine, I decided to pick this one as an option.
Secretly, I'm really glad you all voted for this one. I adore Wharton. I know that she can be an acquired taste for some-what with her discussions on society and all-but I love her writing style. Love it. And this is one of the few Wharton titles I haven't read yet! I know!
I have some high expectations for this novel. It won the Pulitzer Prize in 1921, making Edith Wharton the first woman to win the award. THAT is high praise people! I have been saving this one for years, but it seems appropriate to read it now, as a kind of celebration for how far I've come on my little journey. Off I go!
If you are curious, here are the posts for the other Wharton books I have read for this project so far:
Ethan Frome: Book 16 (back before I did my intro posts for books)
The Glimpses of the Moon: Book 51
Sunday, January 1, 2012
Weekly Wrap-up for January 1, 2012: New Year, Goals, and Readathon.
2012 is looking good so far! :) I spent last night at my eldest brother's house with some good friends and family. There was a lot of food, some drinks, and a lot of laughing. Even though I haven't been feeling good and would have preferred to stay in bed, I had a good time.
I'm feeling a bit better today, but still congested. I hate having colds. They make me miserable, and it always seems silly to feel so run down just because of a stuffy nose!
Anyway, I won't let that hold me back from some things that I need to get down this week. I just hope that I can start breathing like a normal person in the near future.
I'm really excited that it is finally January. I feel refreshed and ready to go in this New Year. Earlier in the week I outlined some of my goals for the new year, so today I am going to start putting them in action. I have plans for a walk a little later this afternoon to jump start some of my exercising. Matt and I actually live near a park, so I think a stroll this afternoon while listening to some Shakespeare is just what I need to start the year off right in regards to exercising.
Today is also the start of my little "Day After" readathon. I'm excited to get into 2012 by reading some good books. I still need to finish The Age of Innocence, book 125 and the book everyone selected in my poll. I've had a bit of a busy week, so I haven't spent any time reading. After the Wharton, I'm going to dive right into some Shakespeare. I think I might read Antony and Cleopatra first, then a biography I picked up yesterday, but I am going to play it by ear. :)
Well, I best get started on my reading. I will probably update my progress a little later this afternoon or into the evening. For those of you joining in, enjoy your books!
Happy New Year!
I'm feeling a bit better today, but still congested. I hate having colds. They make me miserable, and it always seems silly to feel so run down just because of a stuffy nose!
Anyway, I won't let that hold me back from some things that I need to get down this week. I just hope that I can start breathing like a normal person in the near future.
I'm really excited that it is finally January. I feel refreshed and ready to go in this New Year. Earlier in the week I outlined some of my goals for the new year, so today I am going to start putting them in action. I have plans for a walk a little later this afternoon to jump start some of my exercising. Matt and I actually live near a park, so I think a stroll this afternoon while listening to some Shakespeare is just what I need to start the year off right in regards to exercising.
Today is also the start of my little "Day After" readathon. I'm excited to get into 2012 by reading some good books. I still need to finish The Age of Innocence, book 125 and the book everyone selected in my poll. I've had a bit of a busy week, so I haven't spent any time reading. After the Wharton, I'm going to dive right into some Shakespeare. I think I might read Antony and Cleopatra first, then a biography I picked up yesterday, but I am going to play it by ear. :)
Well, I best get started on my reading. I will probably update my progress a little later this afternoon or into the evening. For those of you joining in, enjoy your books!
Happy New Year!
Monday, October 31, 2011
"The Lady's Maid's Bell" and "The Eyes" by Edith Wharton.

I pulled it out a week or two ago when I was home alone and bored. I figured one or two ghost stories a night couldn't hurt me, right? Well, I read the first two stories (the ones I will talk about), had a nightmare and hellish awakening, and haven't really picked up the book since. Perhaps writing about the two stories is the way to go!
The first story in the collection, "The Lady's Maid's Bell," is more creepy than scary. Our protaganist has recently been ill, but is looking for employment. She is referred to the home of the Brymptons, where Mrs. Brympton is also a bit of an invalid. She is quiet, lonely, and ill. Their home is isolated and chilly. It seems to be a perfect fit for our protagonist, as she is still healing as well.
But of course, things are not as they seem. Upon arriving, our lady's maid sees a shadowy figure lurking in the doorway of an abandoned room. The house is mysterious, as are its residents. Mrs. Brympton is good friends with one of the only neighbors, a Mr. Ranford. He happens to come a visiting whenever Mr. Brympton is gone. That would be quite often. Since our lady's maid only knows pieces of information, we only see their interactions based on her thoughts and interpretations. It certainly does add to the mystery, but we never get real answers...
Anyway, as time unfolds, things begin to happen at night. Footsteps are heard in the hall, the bell above her bed begins to ring, but Mrs. Brympton denies ever ringing it...there are more shadows and faces emerging, and as the people spend more and more time in the house as the weather worsens, the more they feel confined...

The second story, and the one that gave me a nightmare, was "The Eyes." In this story, our narrator is at a party. As a group, they have been entertained by a series of spooky stories, before the eldest member decides to tell hsi tale of "the eyes."
He sets the mood and begins to explain that he was a bit of prankster at one time. It came back to get him...
For nights, months, and even years, he would wake up in the middle of the night to large eyes staring at him as he slept. The first night he jumped out of bed to investigate. After the lights were on, he searched his room for the source of the eyes, but found nothing. As soon as it was dark again, the eyes came back, watching him as he slept.
This continued off and on in spurts. The eyes followed him to Europe and came back after an unfortunate incident. They pop up when something happens, when he provokes them. He never knows just when they might appear in the middle of the night, staring at him unrelentingly.
It is freaky. I was reading this and getting super nervous...considering I was reading this in bed when Matt wasn't home. In the volume I have, there are pictures for each story (the one above comes from the first story). The image of this story was a man in bed with huge, scary looking eyes staring at him. I wasn't expecting that, so I jumped a bit when I saw it (I can't find a picture online or I would share).
By the time I finished, I set the book aside. Because while both stories were more creepy than scary, this second story had completely freaked me out. I don't like things watching me when I sleep....
So that night...I was fast asleep when I started dreaming about eyes watching me. I was tossing and turning for a bit before I jumped awake. I kid you not, at the foot of our bed I could see two eyes staring at me. Light comes in from our bedroom window, and those eyes were glowing. I jumped and screeched a bit before realizing it was just one of the cats. After my heartbeat steadied a bit, I pushed the cat off the bed and fell asleep. Matt slept through the whole thing. Jerk.
Anyway, I did enjoy both stories. I am very familiar with Wharton's writing style, so it made them more enjoyable than had they just been scary stories by another author. I can still see her love of misery in these. :) And even though I freaked out a bit, I am still excited to read the rest of them!
*I also have to say that reading the reviews for this on Goodreads really makes me laugh. Almost every review says that these are pretty tame and unscary. I suppose my freak-out is unusual and would make Wharton laugh! Considering Edith didn't like ghost stories either, I find that hilarious. This is why we are kindred souls, me and Edith. :)*
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Book 51: Finished.

I think a large part of why I enjoyed it so much more is that I have gained a little life perspective since my first reading a couple of years ago. In the novel, Nick and Susy are on the fringes of society. Both of them do not come from money, but have wealthy friends who aid them along. Both Nick and Susy benefit from these friends. Susy is given old dresses from a season or two prior, and gets to go along on trips and excursions without paying anything. Nick attends dinners and trips with men.
Their paths cross again and again before they come to a decision to marry. Their marriage will bring them both benefits. As a pair, they will be invited to the "couples" events. Their two-year honeymoon can be spent traveling from vacation home to vacation home of their friends and reaping the benefits. This is how the novel begins.
It is clear from the beginning that Nick and Susy are meant for each other. They understand one another and care for each other, but make a pact that if anything better comes along, they will let the other go. Obviously, fate intervenes in their happiness and they part for a time.
Where do I fit into all of this? Since the first time I have read it, I have gotten married. And while Matt and I were dating and together for 7 1/2 years before we were married, since being with him and living with him, I have learned far more about him and his personality. And where we are not in a position like Nick and Susy, I can understand the trials and missteps that you can take in your first months and year of marriage. That is where the similarities end, but I can understand the anger and frustration of Nick, Susy, and their lack of fortune.
Don't we all wish we had just a little more to be comfortable?
I suppose the main reason I fell a little more in love with this novel is the whole idea that sometimes what you believe you want is not what you need, or what is best for you. At a certain point, Nick and Susy break apart (not really a spoiler, I promise). Both of them want "something" to be "better" and "accepted." But is that really what is needed?
I am at a point in my own life where I am approaching the third year after I have graduated with my teaching certificate, and still no job. At this point in my life I have to tell myself, "I want a teaching job, but is it really what I am meant to do?" Wharton's work simply reiterated that and helped me see (even further than what I have), that perhaps I am not "supposed" to be teaching and that the answer may already be in front of me.
It seems a rather deep interpretation of a novel based on society and Wharton's personal dislike for that kind of monetary status, but it is what I pulled from these wonderful 250 pages of Wharton awesomeness.
I leave you now with a small taste;
"The idea that he might be in the same place with her at that very moment, and without her knowing it, was so strange and painful that she felt a violent revolt of all her strong and joy-loving youth. Why should she go on suffering so unbearably, so abjectly, so miserably? If only she could see him, hear his voice, even hear him say again such cruel and humiliating words as he had spoken on that dreadful day in Venice when that would be better than this blankness, this utter and final exclusion from his life! He had been cruel to her, unimaginably cruel: hard, arrogant, unjust; and had been so, perhaps, deliberately, because he already wanted to be free. But she was ready to face even that possibility, to humble herself still farther than he had humbled her--she was ready to do anything, if only she might see him once again," (224).
Friday, August 6, 2010
Book 51: The Glimpses of the Moon and Book Stats.

Author: Edith Wharton (1862-1937)
First Published: 1922
My Edition: Signet Classic
Pages: 250
Other Works Include: The Touchstone (1900), The House of Mirth (1905), Ethan Frome (1911), The Reef (1912), The Custom of the Country (1913), Summer (1917), The Age of Innocence (1920), Old New York (1924), The Gods Arrive (1932), and The Buccaneers (1938)
Anyone who has been following and reading for awhile knows that Wharton is one of my all time favorite writers. I was forced into reading her work back in high school and she became a close friend in my college years. Her writing soothes me and there is such a variety that I can always find something to sink my teeth into.
Her novels are by far her strength. While I enjoy her short stories, I am more of a novel person anyway. She creates realistic and tortuous situations for her characters and develops them in a way that is so incredibly enthralling.
Anyway, The Glimpses of the Moon is a novel I have read once before, so it should be like visiting an old friend. The story is a little more light-hearted than some of her other works. Nick and Susy Lansing marry after realizing that together they can improve their social standing. Both of them travel with the rich and beg some favors, but together, they can advance more. But, they both agree that if something better should come along for either one of them, the other will let them go. Interesting premise, right?
I will say, from my previous reads, that this is not one of my favorite Wharton pieces. I prefer her gloomier stuff, but this is every bit as fun and juicy as say...The Custom of the Country.
I will also be reading the following as part of this challenge: The Age of Innocence and The House of Mirth. I already read and finished Ethan Frome and if you click on that link, it'll take you to my favorite post about that book.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Weekly Wrap-up: June 27, 2010.

Both of them are adjusting well and seem to be bonding with both of our cats. Hemi, who is 3, was the last to come around. She really isn't a big fan of other animals on her turf, but she took to the kittens in only 2 days, which was a lot quicker than she did when we brought Sparty home. She is still a little wary, but its fun to watch her watching the kittens.
Sparty is in his glory. He is 6 months old now, so

The first night the kittens were here was kind of horrible. Both of them were dehydrated and starving in addition to having fleas. Matt's sister Sarah, who is a vet tech, came over to check them out and confirmed that they were both girls. She helped me wash them and get rid of their fleas...which was a horrible experience. I have never felt so bad for an animal before. Especially the gray kitten, who was far more infested.

The tiger looking one we have named "Lou," in honor of the guy who found her. Lou was originally going to keep her, but has asked us to find her a good home. She is super playful and pretty spunky. She actually reminds us a lot of Sparty when he was a little smaller. So, if you know of anyone in Southeast Michigan who would love to take her in, we are still looking for a good home for her!
The little gray one took my heart the moment I

I decided I wanted a literary name for her (to contrast Hemi and Sparty), and Matt shot down some of my other choices, so we decided on Lily, after the character Lily Bart in one of my all time favorite novels The House of Mirth by Edith Wharton. She is a super sweet little kitten and I am love with her adorable little face.
But no more pets until we have a bigger place!
Anyway, moving on from the kittens, I have been feeling super under the weather the last few days. I spend almost all day today, except going to see Toy Story 3, in bed sleeping. I haven't felt like doing much, so our apartment is a huge mess as well. I am hoping I am not seriously ill, but I think it might be mono. One of the girls at work came down with it a month ago and a week before that we shared a drink at the bar. I have some of the symptoms so I am waiting to see what happens.
In reading news, I didn't get much accomplished. I was having a hard time getting into a few of the books I was reading, so I gave up and went on to a Wharton novel the same night we decided to keep Lily. I'm in the middle of The Glimpses of the Moon and loving it. I just wish I had more energy for reading!
I don't have big plans for this week except to get through The Inferno, but if I don't feel better, that might not happen.
Happy Reading!
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Thursday Treat # 15: Summer by Edith Wharton.

While I didn't love that little novella then, I gave it a second chance and adored it. Since then, I have read it over again almost every year and each time I read it, I find something new to love in Wharton's prose. She is a writer I truly admire for style and depth. Her stories always find a way inside me and linger.
I am reading a number of her novels for this challenge. I already finished Ethan Frome back in January, but I also have The House of Mirth, The Age of Innocence, and still left to read. The Glimpses of the Moon. Summer, a much smaller novel(la), is one that didn't make the cut, but I wanted to feature it anyway.
It is a significantly different novel than many of Wharton's other works. She very often writes about the well-to-do and upper society. In The Custom of the Country, she discusses at length the means in which many people make their way up in society, which is, the custom of the American country, otherwise known as the American Dream. And while she does focus on the upper class quite often, she really likes to torture her characters. If anyone has read The House of Mirth, you know what I mean by that.
Unlike those society novels, Summer takes place in the country. And instead of having a rich young woman as the heroine, we have Charity Royall, an adopted daughter of the "mountain people." She is an uneducated woman, but works in the town's library. It is there that she meets Lucius Harney and falls in love.
The novel focuses a lot on their love affair, and Charity's awakening as a sexual woman. She discovers what love is and what it means to be a woman. Obviously, things don't go well for Charity (I don't want to give away the plot).
It is a wonderful novella and strikingly different than Wharton's other well-known novels. If you haven't given Wharton a try, I definitely suggest this, but in my opinion, anything by Wharton is well worth it and excellent!
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Book 21: Washington Square.

But I like his style and swagger and I was reminded that I needed to read this particular novel by my friend Scott.
Scott works with me for the parks system and two winters ago, we got into some great literary discussions. At the time, I was rediscovering my love and admiration for Edith Wharton. I was flying through her work left and right and Scott happened to have a professor he was taking a class with who was also obsessed with Edith. For his class, he had to read The Custom of the Country (which is one of my favorites by Wharton, but not on my list), along with a lot of other titles.
While we discussed Wharton, a LOT, we also talked about the other books he was reading for his class. A few weeks later, he had his copy of Washington Square with him and I asked about it. He told me then that I needed to read it and it would be something I would like. Like the Wharton novel, it centered on some of the rich and fabulous of New York City, just earlier. As he gave me details, I decided I wanted to read it. In fact, I even went out and bought a copy. But then I got side-tracked, and I am sure you know how this goes. I never got around to it and it ended up being another book that would be read at a later date.
Well, Scott reminded me that I never read this, so why not give it a go. it sounds intriguing and full of that gossipy humor and sarcasm that I love in novels centered on "high society." I am sure love it, especially since the other novel Scott suggested for this challenge (McTeague by Frank Norris) was so excellent in a devilish sort of way. Anyway, here is the back cover blurb for your enjoyment;
"Washington Square follows the coming-of-age of its plain-faced, kindhearted heroine, Catherine Sloper. Much to her father's vexation, a handsome opportunist named Morris Townsend woos the long suffering heiress, intent on claiming her fortune. When Catherine stubbornly refuses to call off her engagement, Dr. Sloper forces Catherine to choose between her inheritance and the only man she will ever truly love."
It sounds deliciously juicy doesn't it? Well, for a novel published in 1881, and based in the 1830s on up, it can't be too juicy or all the copies probably would have been burned by now. I'm looking forward to it anyway and I hope that I can rant and rave soon!
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Book 16: Finished.

Ethan Frome is trapped in what appears to be a loveless marriage. His wife, Zeena, has constant ailments and sicknesses that prevent her from doing much of anything. Ethan's farm is constantly on the verge of going under as he is forced to work it alone. In a sense, Frome is trapped into a life that he never wanted. The only reason he was ever on the farm was to nurse his mother and father back to health. his dream had been to leave the small town life and travel for bigger and better things.
At the time the story begins, Frome is a broken down old man doing his best to keep his home running. He begins to befriend a new person in town, who eventually learns Ethan's story and relates it to the reader.
Prior to the novel beginning, Ethan and Zeena had taken in a young cousin of Zeena's, Maggie Quiksilver, to help around the house to to be Zeena's nurse. A young and beautiful girl, Maggie is also an orphan, with no where else to go. Ethan and Maggie become friends and spend a great deal of time talking to each other. Of course, Zeena is still around and shows her disdain and hatred for Maggie.
Things begin to spiral out of control until tragedy hits. When the story draws to a close, the young man recounts the results of the tragedy and the ruin of Ethan's life.
All of this is accomplished in a mere 77 pages, but the power of the story is like that of a far longer novel.
I have read a great deal of Wharton's work, minus a few novels, but I find that she often manages to create these powerful stories out of nothing. Most of her larger novels are about the upper class and society in New York and other large towns, but this is one of the only about a rural setting. And while many of her other novels are also tragedies, I think this one hits closer to home. I almost think it is a far more realistic version of tragedy.
In any case, I still love this little novella and the memories it holds. It remains one of my all-time favorite pieces of fiction. If you haven't read any Wharton before, start here and you won't be disappointed.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Book List Meme: January 26, 2010

Essentially every week she will list a topic and a question for book bloggers to answer in regards to 3 books.
This week's topic?
3 Fiction Worlds I Would Like to Hang Out In
This was incredibly hard for me to choose! So I decided to do it based on 3 different pieces of what I like to read. One based on my love of fantasy, one based on my love of great and moving fiction, and the last based on childhood memories.
Enjoy.

1. The land of Middle-Earth! I couldn't leave this off my list, as much as I would want to. The Lord of the Rings is such a central part of fantasy literature that OF COURSE I would want to live there...most likely in Rivendell. I love the Elves.

2. Old New York City, primarily during the 1920s of Edith Wharton's The House of Mirth as well as Fitzgerald's The Great Gatsby. I love that old society feel in both their novels, even though they have very different points of view.

3. The last is the world of Laura Ingalls Wilder's Little House on the Prairie. The series was one of my favorites growing up and I have already decided that it needs to be reread as soon as possible. I loved to escape into that world, and I wouldn't mind doing that now.
There are a limitless amount of worlds I would love to live or hang out in, but 3 was the limit, so there you have it. :)
Book 16: Ethan Frome

A week or so later, we had our first paper due. We were all nervous, seeing as we were all overachievers who before this class received A's on all our papers. So when the big day came to get our papers, we were all perfectly quiet. This would tell us if we were actually smart and if we deserved the honor of being in this class. She told us that in her 3 sections of AP English, she only gave out 3 B's, every other paper was a C or lower. I think in that moment everyone had a small heart attack.
When I got my own paper back, I remember trying not to panic and trying to figure out how I was going to tell my mom I got a C on a paper. But I didn't need to worry. I was one of the 3 (out of 100 students) that got a B. I was ecstatic. It was a glorious moment.
What made it even more glorious was that I absolutely HATED Ethan Frome. I thought the novella was stupid. Even with all my scribbles in the margins I couldn't make sense of its simplicity. I hated it, and I hated that the back cover called it Wharton's masterpiece.
A few years later when I was in college, I was looking for a quick read one weekend. I had brought a few books up with me for such occasions, including my battered copy of Ethan Frome. I remembered that it was small and a quick read and that I hated it, but I couldn't remember why. So I read it again.
Turns out, I actually loved it. Something inside me clicked and I finally understood the passion of the seemingly simple story. Maybe it was because I gave it an honest chance, or perhaps because I was older and finally understood the meaning of the story. In any case, I loved it.
And I have read it nearly every year since. That one re-reading of a story I once thought I hated sparked a passion for Wharton's work. I love her writing style and the passion she puts into her characters, and I think she does a perfect job in the slim little Ethan Frome. Her skill as a writer shines through and this little novella encapsulates her views as an author. The messages in her books are all as beautifully contrived as in this, and she only gets better with each piece you read by her.
Part of me would love to tell Mrs. McWhirter that she helped inspire my great passion for reading great books. After all, she assigned that slim little novel. And when I finally gave it a real chance, it sparked a love in me of the books that I would have normally rejected.
I still have my Dover thrift edition of the book, and while I would love to get a nicer version, I still love this copy. Its a little beat up, the pages are written all over, the paper is practically see through, but I love the memories. And even though all the passages I marked and comments I made are completely superficial and gloss over the depth of this novella, I still love them and the images they bring back, like that beautiful B I got on that paper, and how reading experiences can change with age.
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