When I was a freshman in college, all of us who were in the Honors program had to take an Honors English class. I got lucky...there were at least three professors teaching Honors English (maybe more, but I only knew of three at the time), and two were teaching very "serious" books, books by Plato and Homer and other authors whose works had been studied for centuries. I (and my bff) had the third professor, Dr. Paskoff. Dr. P was awesome...we read books by 20th century authors and even were assigned a few movies to watch as part of our "homework" (I still remember going to see "Peggy Sue Got Married" in a local theater with bff and a number of other students from our class). One of the books we read, discussed, and ultimately wrote papers on was AT's Dinner at the Homesick Restaurant. When I was a student, I automatically didn't enjoy ANYTHING I was forced to read, and DatHR was no exception. For me, analyzing and picking apart a book kind of drains the enjoyment. In retrospect, I can admit it was a good book, and I later read, and liked, A Spool of Blue Thread. I always meant to get back to the rest of AT's oeuvre but never managed to do so. So many books, so little time π
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