Review—House of Hawthorne by Erika Robuck

I read The Scarlet Letter in high school (like many other high school students, I’m sure). Throughout the reading, we were focused on the symbolism of the light, Hester Prynne’s “ignominy,” and the perils of an overly religious and judgmental society.

Never did we focus much on the man who actually wrote the novel.

Now, though, thanks to Erika Robuck and her novel The House of Hawthorne, I feel as though I know both Nathaniel Hawthorne, but I especially feel as if I know his wife Sophia Peabody Hawthorne.

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Second Month of No New Books—I’m Actually Ok Without New Books

Yes, I’m fine without new books (for right now). As the holidays approach, I am finding myself more and more busy with life, teaching, and my editing apprenticeship…so there’s not a ton of time for reading, mainly because I usually fall asleep as soon as I start reading every night.

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