Jay Napoliello (AB)

Annotated Bibliography – Reboot [Amy Tintera] I was always a shy kid.      And so, like most shy kids, I found myself in the company of books more often than I found myself in the company of people. My classmates would get scolded for sneaking toys into the classroom, while I would get scolded for

Questions and Questions and Questions

    Finishing The Haunting of Hill House will leave one with many questions, but perhaps one of the most pressing is that of how much of the story we as readers actually got to see. The story begins before we get our limited perspective – the history of the house, the deaths, the turmoil –

There was no human left in me.

“There’s still some human left in you, ain’t there?” she asked, craning her neck to look at the number above the barcode on my wrist.     She froze. Her eyes flew from the 178 printed on my skin to my face and she let out another shriek. No. There was no human left in me.

Something About a Snake Devouring its Own Tail

    There’s something to be said about the value of things that are inherently bizarre, and Supermarket by Bobby Hall was a great example of that. From the first page to the last, each plot point was exponentially getting stranger. Even if the quality of the writing often varied, the book had no shortage of

“Who knows upon what soil they fed their hungry thirsty roots?”

“Bread, soup – these were my whole life. I was a body. Perhaps less than that even: a starved stomach. The stomach alone was aware of the passage of time.” It is through stories such as Night, by Elie Wiesel that we become painfully aware of our own mortality once more, or even for the