finding flannery

The first time I read Flannery O’Connor I was a senior in high school and I don’t remember much about it except for my handwritten notes that are scribbled inside the cover of the paperback containing Wise Blood. What I remember more is the passion and excitement that my teacher had when trying to fully convey the depth’s of Flannery’s writings. It has taken a long time, but I’m finally understanding my teacher’s excitement and am beyond grateful for her brief life and brilliant writing.

These stories are only a meager tribute. Also, if dark and somewhat creepy is not your thing, I would recommend my other blogs.

Caden Grey