“It’s hard being a human being. And it’s even harder being a teenager.” Whenever I said that to one of my students, they agreed with a sense of relief. I said it pretty often. There is a certain universal comfort to be had in acknowledging the truth of the first sentence. And the second, too, even, for those of us who are long past our teen years—because we look back and remember and are glad we don’t have to relive them.
The first few books I mentioned from adolescence in To Drink from the Silver Cup were ones I read in my senior English class, and for me they exemplified Read More