Saturday, January 12, 2008
I read this so long ago I can't remember which grade it was. Perhaps ninth grade, and Mrs. Weisman's class? I picked it up again because I know it's going to be useful on the Praxis II English content test for teacher certification, which I'll be taking sometime this spring.
And I also picked it up because it's fucking great--Dickens or Twain great--by turns charming, funny, deeply troubling, and full of a queer positive hope about humanity that humanity continues not to deserve.
If you're gonna shoot your wad and write one book, this is the way to do it. I teared up at the "your father's passin'" scene, just as I did when I read it the first time, and just as I do every time I watch the movie.