I’ll admit it; I read books just to say I’ve read them. I excuse myself, because I usually end up loving them, like Anna Karenina. (now I just made myself sound super educated and snooty by having read that behemoth of a novel)
Over the summer I read Strunk and White’s Elements of Style. I even read a book on the history of Elements of Style. The history held my attention better (I always did like history).
I enjoyed E.B. White’s introduction and comments on style at the end; otherwise, I found it kind of “meh”.
Sacrelige for me to say, I know.
Hey, I love the rule “Omit needless words”. Don’t always listen to it though.
So, I’ve read the book, “the little book” as it was called. I can now call myself accomplished in matter of English Composition (or at least the knowledge of it) by having done so. Hurrah!
I liked Grammar Girl’s Grammar book better. I’m a sucker for commercialism.