Part muppet and part college faculty member, Brenna Clarke Gray holds a PhD in Canadian Literature while simultaneously holding two cats named Chaucer and Swift. It's a juggling act. Raised in small-town Ontario, Brenna has since been transported by school to the Atlantic provinces and by work to the Vancouver area, where she now lives with her stylish cyclist/webgeek husband and the aforementioned cats. When not posing by day as a forserious academic, she can be found painting her nails and watching Degrassi (through the critical lens of awesomeness). She posts about graphic narratives at Graphixia, and occasionally she remembers to update her own blog, Not That Kind of Doctor.
Blog: Not That Kind of Doctor
Twitter: @brennacgray
I start out every summer with such good intentions for my reading list. The time between semesters, I tell myself, is when I need to do my VERY SERIOUS READING. Because I don’t have the brainpower for it the rest of the year, you see. So my refreshed and well-rested brain should be put to good use in the summers. Right?
