False alarm! A week ago, I was completely confident that I would have this endless amount of time to lounge around, read, and blog. And here we are, one day from the end of Spring Break, elbow deep in a poetry essay, trying to decide what the heck Yeats was trying to say. I feel like I have been doing homework all break, but it's still not done! So so sorry, but book reviews are going to have to wait till May.

Read Dickinson's "I felt a Funeral, in my brain" and Yeats' "Sailing to Byzantium." That's what I'm doing at the moment :)