Author: Marissa

February 12, 2020 /

We’ve entered the great debate now: what the heck constitutes “Literature”? Our stuffier bookworms might say that only the “classics” can be considered literature: Oscar Wilde, Robert Frost, JD Salinger, and Ernest Hemingway. Others might remark that only ye olden day works like William Shakespeare, John Milton, or Edmund Spenser can be considered “Literature” with an uppercase “L”.  But the problem with those theories is that they discount time. In one hundred years, or five hundred, the classics may be Anna Todd’s After series, Veronica Roth’s Divergent trilogy, or Sara Gruen’s Water for Elephants (a personal favorite of mine). Who knows…