Messy musings on the magic of books and how they’re (unfortunately) tied to capitalism Books mean everything to me. And no, this is not hyperbole. I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t reading, when I didn’t have piles of library books waiting to be read at home, tucked on the bottom shelf of myContinue reading “On the Purpose of Writing Books or Why I Write”
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English and Me: My Origin Story
(A semi-messy article about my thoughts on studying English and why I write) I’ve always loved learning. From reading my first, hastily stapled required books in kindergarten, to research projects, to writing papers, even to taking tests, I’ve always enjoyed school. And I suppose that’s what I always thought learning was: school. My father gotContinue reading “English and Me: My Origin Story”
Jessica Tucker 