Lend me Your Ears Part II: Podcasts
Oh, and the whole shebang is narrated by a mouse.
Oh, and the whole shebang is narrated by a mouse.
“What if we had never met? had broken up in college? were still dating and living apart?” one of us will ask the other.
There are things that should have changed my life, and then there are things that actually did.
I am a Slytherin. My Patronus is a cat. The reality sunk in like basilisk fangs: I am Millicent Bulstrode.
And as the saxophonist stood to our applause, I silently thanked Mr. Moore for teaching me the language of time, imbuing this Saturday night with more meaning than it could otherwise have had.
What matters here instead is the implicit challenge, the casual middle finger, that the novel tosses off at the rest of the genre.
In college, my friend Lauren was describing the physical features that she found attractive about men. She said, “I don’t know, beards are really growing on me.”
14. Whip the egg whites until “stiff peaks form,” a description that—even after over ten years of making this recipe—you still can’t confidently identify.
“Mr. Montei, who is your favorite rapper?” asked one of my high school freshman students.
The ketchup consumption in my house has dramatically increased this fall.