I've fallen in love with Beowulf. I didn't think it would happen--honestly. But for the past week I've been sucked into the whole Geat and Dane extravaganza. Yesterday I woke up with the whisper of 'Halfdane...Halfdane..." in my head and I couldn't get the word out. I've been teaching my first literature class (English lit. through the 18th century), so of course the epic poem is standard syllabus material. I was dreading reading it and teaching it, but it's been the best kind of gorey word-feast a horror fan like me could ask for! "Blood-slurrys" and loping Grendel and sea monsters and dragons and lots and lots of treasures. Awesome.

Here's to hoping that The Canturbury Tales is half as interesting...