This week, my American literature class has me doing a critical essay. Can you say, ‘Joy! What fun!” Yeah, me either. I mean, I’m all for analysing literature as when I write, I tend to have some subtext in mind, but when it comes to something that was written over 200 years ago, I kind of lose interest due to the language barrier.
I know, I know.. you’re thinking “Language barrier? But it’s American Lit?” Continue reading Anne Bradstreet and Me…