It’s only the Old Testament though. The Oxford Concise Companion to English Literature by Margaret Drabble and Jenny Stringer was at a whopping $23.94. It contains 5, 500 entries, fully revised and updated, and covers world fiction, literary theory, historical context and allusions. Entries also feature authors, genres, synopsis of famous works and even their characters.
One flip and I see John Major (c. 1467-1550), publisher of Commentary on the Sentences of Peter Lombard; Major Barbara, a play by Bernard Shaw; Bernard Malamud (1914-1986), American novelist; and Mrs. Malaprop, the aunt and guardian of Lydia Languish in Sheridan’s The Rivals.
I couldn’t buy the New Testament though. It’s $30, and it’s The Oxford Dictionary of Literary Terms. With over 1200 entries, provides clear, concise, and often witty definitions of the most troublesome literary terms from abjection to zeugma. Now available in a new, fully updated and expanded edition, it offers readers increased coverage of new terms from modern critical and theoretical movements, such as feminism, and schools of American poetry, Spanish verse forms, life writing, and crime fiction. It includes extensive coverage of traditional drama, versification, rhetoric, and literary history, as well as updated and extended advice on recommended further reading and a pronunciation guide to more than 200 terms. New to this fully revised edition are recommended entry-level web links.
It’s also written by Chris Baldick.
OHMYGODIWANT. 
On the other hand, I have this serious need to bitch about someone. Someone so… incredibly whiny. Honest to God, people think I’m bad enough, but this guy has seriously lost his balls. And sometimes when this someone speaks to me, I don’t know if that someone wants to show off, but cover it up with grimace; act like a know-it-all done-it-all diva; a serious emo kid; a gossip monger (but with unfortunately outdated gossip); or all of the above.
URGHURGHRUGH. D:
Okay I’ve managed to get my verbal diarrhea done and over with. I can’t believe I actually bitched about someone, but yeah it HAD TO COME OUT ANYWAY. If I just let all the unhealthy feelings bottle up within me, I’ll just turn all dark and twisty. Which is not the ideal, of course.
Now it’s time to look up on History. Interwar France was such a poor thing. I guess it shows that being the good guy doesn’t necessarily mean you’ll get what you want.
yam.
