I thoroughly enjoyed this poem and the knowledge I gleaned about the Greek myths and perspective.

I thoroughly enjoyed this poem and the knowledge I gleaned about the Greek myths and perspective.

In case you’re playing the which-version-to-get game, Rioters recommend the audiobooks for these books.

In case you’re playing the which-version-to-get game, Rioters recommend the audiobooks for these books.

The Girl With All The Gifts by M. R. Carey http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/0356500152/ref=cm_sw_r_pi_dp_Z8Ysvb1JB4N5A

The Girl With All The Gifts by M. R. Carey http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/0356500152/ref=cm_sw_r_pi_dp_Z8Ysvb1JB4N5A

My favorite book by Edith Wharton.  Edith Newbold Jones was born in New York in 1862 and raised among the city’s highest society; the elegance, decadence, and strict unwritten rules of behavior of this American aristocracy were to become a central subject of her fiction.  Wharton wrote with a shrewd eye toward the hypocrisy, cruelty, and corruption sometimes evident in the conduct of her social class.

My favorite book by Edith Wharton. Edith Newbold Jones was born in New York in 1862 and raised among the city’s highest society; the elegance, decadence, and strict unwritten rules of behavior of this American aristocracy were to become a central subject of her fiction. Wharton wrote with a shrewd eye toward the hypocrisy, cruelty, and corruption sometimes evident in the conduct of her social class.

The Odyssey, by Homer. This site has study guides, activities, PowerPoints, worksheets, and quizzes related to the Odyssey.

The Odyssey, by Homer. This site has study guides, activities, PowerPoints, worksheets, and quizzes related to the Odyssey.

...I looked at the cracked high ceiling and really didn't know who I was for about fifteen strange seconds. I wasn't scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost. I was halfway across America, at the dividing line between the East of my youth and the West of my future.

...I looked at the cracked high ceiling and really didn't know who I was for about fifteen strange seconds. I wasn't scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost. I was halfway across America, at the dividing line between the East of my youth and the West of my future.

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