I think my love for reading has come back. Reading for pleasure is what it's meant to be again. Being able to read "outside of the box" really keeps me content. Not that textbooks for school are horribly dry, it's just nice to read some personal non-fiction or even some forms of fiction that seem true enough to be real. I absolutely enjoy it. I just finished The Namesake and I'll be working on reading Perfume of Dreams tomorrow. It's definitely going to have me slightly depressed by the end of the week, but the satisfaction of finishing another book is going to be rewarding.
I've also been reading through people's old blog posts. Now that I have time anyway. I feel like I've missed out on their lives, even if I'm two weeks behind. At this point I'm also sure I enjoy reading other people's writing a lot more than my own. And to think I used to gloat that I had finished mini "masterpieces" back in high school, not only for AP English but also for my own personal writing projects: poems, short stories, etc. It makes me cringe every time I go back to look at how much all of that has declined in terms of aptitude. I'm hoping I'll improve in time, especially since upper division writing is just around the corner (which terrifies me...Humanties CORE at UCI at its worst will forever haunt me).
It gives me greater comfort to know that I absorb a lot more when I read.
P.S. I fixed it, Lewis!
2 comments:
Pst. Book names are supposed to be italicized.
haha lewis, puh-leez. we do not need an MLA lesson now. hey if you liked "the namesake", you might like "the mistress of spices". it's not exactly on the same vein, but i just read a few stories from "unaccustomed earth" and there are similarities - especially in all of the styles of storytelling. you might want to check it out over break. oh and it's definitely not as depressing as Lahiri. it's written by... uh... lemme find it... Divakaruni, I think is how you spell it.
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