Weekly Wrap-Up

How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a weary world. —William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice


"I sold your Shakespeare for sixty bucks," he said. "You're dead to me," I said back. And thus began the end of our relationship. I mean, really. If you don't know me well enough after four months of dating to know I'd never part with my Riverside Shakespeare—chock-full of meticulously hand-written notes from one of my favorite classes at BYU with Shakespeare guru, Professor Bruce Young—then you are not paying attention. To be fair, dear reader, lest you think me harsh, it wasn't so much the selling that sealed the deal (he was just trying to be helpful), it was the unapologetic disbelief with which he accused me of overreacting. His name was Robert...something. The trauma of it all has effectively wiped his name from my memory.

Unlike Robert Something, The Bard is unforgettable, and today marks the 400th anniversary of his death. London, of course, is celebrating #ShakespeareWeek in a big way.

Here's what a Shakespeare Yelp review would look like.

Time to brush up on The Bard and not sure which play to read first? Goodreads's got your back.

While nothing can replace my marked up Riverside Shakespeare, this edition is lovely.

Not to rob Will of his due, but have you ever seen a cuter scene stealer

File this under things we didn't love this week: the passing of Prince. This is the message Tracy left on my voicemail: "Prince is dead and I'm in a puddle." She's officially in mourning, which for Tray means she's burned a CD of his best and will listen to nothing else for the next two weeks. #truefan


A review of Girl at War. Finally.

Posted by Rachel