As college students and recent grads who chose to major in things we liked when we were 18 and who have virtually no connections in the upper echelons of society, we are now either devoting our day times to interning, also known as indentured servitude, or working for slave wages.
By night, however, we entertain ourselves with books (because we are so old-fashioned and hip). With our other free time (seeing as we are some carless, some in the middle of nowhere, and some just epic procrastinators), we review these books here.
This blog isn't dedicated to a particular genre, type, or theme of book. We don't particularly care if it's new or old, short or long, poetry or prose.
So you might ask yourself, why should I lower myself into the world of some crappy 20-somethings' musings that they produce out of summer boredom when they didn't even attend an Ivy League school and they aren't published?
Because. In our years slummin' it at big state schools, we got really good at judging. Particularly literature.
Enjoy.
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