I don't want to read Iris Chang's The Rape of Nanking anymore. I want to put it in the freezer, a la Joey and Phebe on Friends, and read something happy and safe and civilised, like Jane Austen.
Alas, my WWII class is before my 19th Century Women Writers class, so I cannot.
Alas, my WWII class is before my 19th Century Women Writers class, so I cannot.