Juniper Bean Resorts to Murder (Happily Ever Homicide, #1)

by Gracie Ruth Mitchell

I shake my head, amused, before looking down at Aiden to see what he’s reading. Hamlet. The play. He’s just…reading it. At seven-thirty on a Saturday morning. I have no words.

“I noticed,” Aiden says grudgingly. He leans against the door frame, folding his arms. Why is that so attractive? It’s just leaning. There’s nothing sexy about leaning, is there?

Leaning is wanting, accepting…

I don’t need to leave a huge legacy; I don’t need to change the world. But I’m going to make my little corner of life a really excellent corner.

I try to teach my students the importance—and the value—of subjectivity. I don’t know if the carpet was blue because the author wanted to portray something sad. But if that’s how it seems to you, what can you take away from that? If you’re finding hints of sadness in everything you read, what can that tell you about yourself at this point in time? Those are the lessons that are going to help you in your day-to-day life anyway. In fifty years you’re not going to need to know about symbolism in classical literature. But you’re definitely going to need lots of tools for figuring yourself out, for deciphering your own emotions and understanding your own mind.