Does a great job showing that we are all a lot more similar than we are different. The narrator in The Bar-stool Edible Worm seems to have had enough of everything. This sounds like someone grown weary of life and looking for an out. This seems evident in the dark humor of the last line pass the Castor Oil, Alice. In the fist of Your Hatred differs from the other poem in that it was writt.

I think I would have rather read the graphic novel than the subtitles. That being said, it was quite a unique way to display a Bildungsroman. Nightmare Bride Returns to Silent Voices. Tsotsi to me was an allegory.

The Musings of a Literary Feminist. Here you will find my personal musings about things all across all sorts of spectrums, though most of it focuses around certain areas of pop culture, specifically television and movies, all looked at through the lens of a feminist who loves strong female characters. Who Will Write to the Devil? My First Academic Conference Experience.