Theogony

But Rhea was subject in love to Cronos (there is a lot of love in the god's family. I mean that is practically the only thing that gets talked about) and bare splendid children, Hestia, Demeter, and gold-shod Hera and strong Hades, pitiless in heart, who dwells under the earth, and loud-crashing Earth-Shaker (it means Poseidon, but why does it not say his name?), and wise Zeus, father of gods (though he actually was not the father; only the leader) and men, by whose thunder the wide earth is shaken. (It is interesting that Zeus, the aegis-holder, is not The Earth-Shaker, yet he does shake the Earth.) These great Cronos swallowed as each came forth from the womb to his mother's knees (if the "his" is referring to Cronos, then "mother" would be referring to Gaea, right? Meaning the babies came from Rhea and before they touched the Earth, Cronos swallowed them up) with this intent, that no other of the proud sons of Heaven should hold the kingly office amongst the deathless gods. (But this action sealed his fate. If Cronos, "the wily", had raised his sons and daughters like a real dad, would they still have overthrown him?) For he learned from Earth and starry Heaven that he was destined to be overcome by his own son, strong though he was, through the contriving of great Zeus. (This passage was taken from page 12, or ll. 453-491 of Hesoid's Theogony.)

(The blue is my response, and the green is the appositive phrases.)
Verily, the story is as it is. It continues with Cronos, with all his cunning/craftiness and the intelligence of a god, not being able to tell a rock from a baby, and thus allowing Zeus to grow in might and glory, until he was able to slice Cronos into a zillion pieces. That is the great thing about the Greek mythology. It is so messed up, its funny. I mean, its all love and war, none of which is played fairly. Hesoid's Theogony was a bit confusing, but if you are aware of the story of the god it is not that difficult. I thought it was interesting, in the passage which we read, that the twelve Olympians were not really talked about until the last quarter. I thought the mythology was all about them, so it was entertaining to learn different.

Thomas Foster

My main suggestion, though, is to read things you like. You're not stuck with my list. Go to your bookstore or library and find novels, poems, plays, stories that engage your imagination and your intelligence. Read "Great Literature," by all means, but read good writing. Much of what I like best in my reading I've found by accident as I poked around bookshelves. And don't wait for writers to be dead to be read; the living ones can use the money. Your reading should be fun. We only call them literary works. Really, though, it's all a form of play. So play, Dear Reader, play.
And fare thee well. (This passage is from Foster's Envoi from "How to Read Literature like a Professor.)

I thought Foster did a superb job on this book, though, I was very happy when I read those last four words, "And fare thee well." Throughout his book, Foster, the extremely talented writer and reader, used many examples, from elegiac poems and plays, to world renown novels and stories. He taught me a multitude of techniques. He consistently pointed out that nothing is as it seems, in writing. And I, a young intelligent student, have learned significantly about symbolism and the science of writing. Also, he has inspired me to read more, if that's possible, and to explore writers I had not even heard of before. In conclusion, I believe Foster's book, "How to Read Literature like a Professor" has been very educational, even if some of his explanations are carrying various amounts of in-verisimilitude and irony.

Thomas Foster

We love the plays, the great characters, the fabulous speeches, the witty repartee even in times of duress. I hope never to be mortally stabbed, but if I am, I'd sure like to have the self-possession, when asked if it's bad, to answer, "No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor as wide as a church door; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve," as Mercutio does in Romeo and Juliet. I mean, to be dying and clever at the same time, how can you not love that? Rather than saying it proves you're well read, I think what happens is that writers quote what they've read or heard, and more of them have Shakespeare stuck in their heads than anything else. Except Bugs Bunny, of course. (This passage is from chapter 6 of How to Read Literature Like a Professor by Thomas C. Foster.)

I don't know what else to say except that Foster sure knows how to say what he says. He has a great sense of humor - hilarious - and has so many wonderful examples, similes, and explanations, that makes his book interesting enough. It is both educational as well as funny. What more could you ask for? Besides, Everyone would rather learn from someone who makes jokes ever so often, and yet obviously knows what he is talking about, rather than someone who puts them to sleep. Even though there are parts of Foster's book that aren't so funny or enjoyable, the parts that are make up for it. I love it.