Greetings young literary wanderers,
Before your nose you have the makings of a squandered legacy, a dusty corner desk, a cup of cold coffee, and a literary home. I am calling this an English Majors’ Book Club for the sake of necessity and desperation. This term is used only to show the severity of analytics that will take place here and to weed out the faint of heart. That being said, faint of all other things welcome.