I had just arrived home from my beloved Nabokov class and all my lil' synapses were firing. We had been talking about Lolita and my professor sent us home to read Poe's Annabel Lee, from which my boyfriend had referenced from frequently throughout Lolita.
I cracked open my Poe anthology and expressed my desire to create a database for a catalogue of all the short stories we have so that I could easily find what I was looking for (I stand by this idea, I just need someone who is good at computers to do it for me...). Rebekah looked up the story and low and behold it's actually a poem, which she found online precisely at the same moment I found it in the anthology and then we...
(What happens next is something I'm not proud of... Except that I am...)
... Read it together, aloud, each taking a line at a time.
Yep, that just happened.
And, we may or may not have used funny voices.
Happy Friday, everyone.