Monday, October 28, 2013
Personal Questions
What do I expect to gain from this book?
What inspires me to write?
What genres of books do I like?
In which ways can I improve my writing?
Mon: The Lord of the Rings JRR Tolkien 15 mins
Friday: Crank Ellen Hopkins 45 mins
Sun: Siddhartha Herman Hesse 1 hour
Reading Response
Out of the three stories that I read, "The Minister's Black Veil" seemed the most promising. Obviously, the veil is a metaphor for the "veil" that everyone wears when talking to everyone else. I think that I can find something a bit more introspective than that. It would warrant a careful read through, but I think that I can draw the theme that people's curiosity both terrifies and excites them.
"Sucker"can also make a good literary analysis. I think that I can find a deeper meaning to the story, particularly in the way that the main character is the antagonist. I can also put in a theme about watching what you say. It won't be extraordinarily difficult to pull a few themes.
The hardest of the three will be "The Sniper". To put it bluntly, I'm much too dull to understand the deeper meaning within the story. I would rather spend my time trying to connect the elements and theme instead of gleaning the story for some sort of understanding.
Sun: The Fault in our Stars John Green
3h
Sad Post
Just to forewarn you guys, my post this week will not be particularly uplifting.
About a year ago, I got a call from my grandpa for the first time in five years. I was pretty excited because I knew that he had sobered up for the time being. As we all know, random phone calls are not good. We also know that hindsight is 20-20. I didn't think much of the call at first until I'd gotten the news. He told my mother and I that he had stage IV colon cancer and that he'd be getting an operation done to remove it. I was not happy about this, but I got to see him the next weekend. When I saw him, he looked like a skeleton. I could even see the indentations in his temples. We took pictures and talked to the rest of his family for the rest of the day. He went in for the operation, and everything went as well as it could have.
He disappeared again from my life, and that was fine as I don't like to be burdened with the helplessness of watching someone deteriorate. I got another call. He said that the cancer had spread all over his body and into his liver. I was pretty upset, but I had seen it coming. By now, I know that when he leaves, nothing good ever happens. I would like to say that I'm deeply afflicted, but it doesn't affect me the way that it should. I should be crying and listening to Adele right about now, but it doesn't seem appropriate. I won't lie and say that I'm not saddened, but I feel removed from the situation. He was never particularly close to me, and I was too young to really have a close relationship with him when he was around me. I'm okay though. It won't be easy, but it will be the same as it always is once he's gone. The only difference is that I won't have a phone call to dread.
I didn't mean to make anyone sad, but I needed to get that out somehow. I promise to make the next free-post more "butterflies n' sunshine". Maybe I'll write about Ms. Penny.
About a year ago, I got a call from my grandpa for the first time in five years. I was pretty excited because I knew that he had sobered up for the time being. As we all know, random phone calls are not good. We also know that hindsight is 20-20. I didn't think much of the call at first until I'd gotten the news. He told my mother and I that he had stage IV colon cancer and that he'd be getting an operation done to remove it. I was not happy about this, but I got to see him the next weekend. When I saw him, he looked like a skeleton. I could even see the indentations in his temples. We took pictures and talked to the rest of his family for the rest of the day. He went in for the operation, and everything went as well as it could have.
He disappeared again from my life, and that was fine as I don't like to be burdened with the helplessness of watching someone deteriorate. I got another call. He said that the cancer had spread all over his body and into his liver. I was pretty upset, but I had seen it coming. By now, I know that when he leaves, nothing good ever happens. I would like to say that I'm deeply afflicted, but it doesn't affect me the way that it should. I should be crying and listening to Adele right about now, but it doesn't seem appropriate. I won't lie and say that I'm not saddened, but I feel removed from the situation. He was never particularly close to me, and I was too young to really have a close relationship with him when he was around me. I'm okay though. It won't be easy, but it will be the same as it always is once he's gone. The only difference is that I won't have a phone call to dread.
I didn't mean to make anyone sad, but I needed to get that out somehow. I promise to make the next free-post more "butterflies n' sunshine". Maybe I'll write about Ms. Penny.
Sunday, October 6, 2013
Reading
Tues: Siddhartha 30 mins
Herman Hesse
Wed: Siddhartha 30 mins
Herman Hesse
Fri: Insurgent 30 mins
Veronica Roth
Sat: Insurgent 1 hour
Veronica Roth
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