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Exploring Setting

     Hey guys!
     So my English teacher assigned the book Ceremony by Leslie Marmon Silko for homework over spring break.  The book is set in the American Southwest, which by chance is where my family spent this break.  Specifically, we are in Arizona.  Reading Ceremony while exploring its setting was an enlightening experience - I've never had my reading material fit my location so well, except for the occasional NYC-based novel. Visiting Native American ruins and museums was especially helpful because the book's protagonist is  a young Pueblo World War II veteran.
     From now on, I think I'll make an effort to match my travel novels to my travel destinations.  Here are a few ideas:
     -The Dubliners by James Joyce in Dublin, Ireland
     -Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov on an American road trip
     -The Odyssey by Homer in Greece
     -Carpe Diem by Autumn Cornwell in Southeast Asia
     -Memoirs of a Geisha by Arthur Golden in Kyoto, Japan
     -Ender's Game by Orson Scott Card on a spaceship (JK!)

     And here are some unrelated pictures from my trip to the Grand Canyon in Arizona!




     - Carly

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