On the first day of my “Reading Literature in Context” class, my professor said that sometimes it’s hard to critique or analyze works that we love precisely because we love them; we become protective of the works and don’t want them to be pulled apart too much. And my thoughts were basically “Yeah, okay, dude. I’m from Tumblr—we do that all day—and besides I doubt we’re gonna talk about anything I love.”
But now I have to read three Sherlock Holmes stories for Monday and I’m honestly worried for some reason?? And even if it’s dumb, these stories mean a lot to me and I don’t really want to share them with the class?? I really have no idea what critical elements the professor is going to want to analyze and it’s really bothering me. Especially seeing as one of the three is actually a favorite of mine—The Speckled Band.
(Idk, don’t mind me; I just feel like I’m going to feel really silly for all of class on Monday.)



