I put off reading the Book Thief for some time. Something about its cover, its title, and the Young Adult marketing, led me to assume that The Book Thief was a Pollyanna-esque story about a girl in the foreground of a trying time in history who discovers the power of books and reading.
I was way off. Continue reading
When I read this play, I could not help but appreciate the talent Oscar Wilde had in storytelling, especially crafting dialogue. A playwright is almost completely limited to dialogue when painting a picture for the reader. There is no description, no narrative voice. And yet without me having seen the movie (of which there are several), or the play itself, Wilde’s characters, setting, and situations all come to life based entirely on what the characters say and do. Wilde’s dialogue is so precise; so specific. It goes to show how unimportant, how unnecessary, description can sometimes be. Continue reading