Book Review, by Megan Weber
Over the summer, I spent an excessive amount of time teaching myself to enjoy reading again. I intended to read a few novels for my upcoming exams … but I just could not make myself do it. My first goal was Frances Burney’s Cecilia, a book I’ve read before and enjoyed. But I couldn’t read more than a few pages at a time. I could not focus. A friend suggested I venture into Stephen King’s novels. My academic ego balked at the idea, but I gave it a try. And I could not stop. I read Bag of Bones, The Stand, Mr. Mercedes, and a few others. Becoming enmeshed in King’s characters reminded me that I, in fact, do like reading. I began making connections between King’s novels and eighteenth-century novels—admittedly broad and sweeping connections. Yet these connections allowed me to take up Cecilia and genuinely enjoy the novel again.