Every good story has a beginning, and the novel about racism and self-realization by Eastern Michigan University alumna Gloria Ewing Lockhart is no exception.
Here’s the thing about Chelsea Fagan’s “I’m Only Here for the WiFi:” It is downright, oftentimes, laugh-out-loud funny.
It’s been years since I felt the poisonous anvil of homesickness in my gut, over a decade, if I’m being honest. But I can still vividly recall the nearly unbearable weight of it.
I’m not a Trekkie. Let’s get that out of the way right now. When my friends suggested viewing the premature summer blockbuster “Star Trek: Into Darkness,” this past weekend, I was far from excited.
I can count on one hand the number of novels that have made me laugh out loud. The process of literary LOL-ing goes as follows: read witty line, obnoxiously guffaw, fold the corner of the page that contains witty line, and move on.
Residents may soon experience a healthy dose of culture as they walk the streets of downtown Ann Arbor this spring. This past Saturday, a public reception was held at the Ann Arbor Hands-On Museum to kick off Ann Arbor’s participation in the Detroit Institute of Arts Inside|Out program, which temporarily peppers surrounding cities with full-sized, high-quality reproductions of masterpieces usually reserved for the walls of the DIA.
Eastern Michigan University’s BathHouse Journal launched a freshly formatted website, www.bhjournal.net, Friday that is an international publication featuring such artists such as Austrian Anatol Knotek and Canadian Robert Swereda.
When it comes to the “Twilight” Saga, I’m a lukewarm fan. The plot was vaguely intriguing, the writing fairly compelling, the characters surprisingly relatable, but it wasn’t anything that blew my mind.
Move over Aesop, there’s a new fable prince in the land, and he’s snarky, sarcastic and full of satire.
In high school, I ravaged any and every Nicholas Sparks novel I could lay my voracious hands on. My favorite was “The Notebook” until “The Choice” emerged as a serious contender. I was drawn to the flawed yet lovable characters, the almost believable real-life situations and the gamble of whether or not the ending would leave me grinning moronically at the undeniable existence of never-ending love or doubled over dry heaving because I couldn’t possibly squeeze out one more agonizing tear. As S.E. Hinton would say “that was then, this is now.”
Solutions by The State News
