It's a little late to discuss the summer reading books. I'm going to do it anyways since I have't had the chance.
I have loved reading since I was a child. I would read the required books for school happily, and when one caught my eye in the library or was recommended to me, I'd get it, too. I love the experience, I enjoy how books made me think and feel; they're exhilarating. The idea that what I am processing comes from the depths of other person's mind appeals to me, it always has.
Unfortunately, when I grew older, I read less and less. I had school, writing, dancing, and talking to do - I lacked both the patience and time to read. I found it difficult to get into reading avidly again once I stopped. But this summer, while reading Never Let Me Go and Prodigal Summer, the spark was ignited again. That familiar feeling returned as I flipped the pages, wanting to further the stories and my knowledge of the characters. What would Ruth say when Kathy brought up her pathetic attempt to fit in with the older students? She's always such a know-it-all when mad, and she can become quite malevolent. How is Prodigal Summer so endearingly animalistic?
What I enjoyed about these books is that they were academic and enjoyable. (Most of the time.) I haven't been one deem a happy ending essential. Actually, most of the things I write end with no wrapping up of the plot whatsoever. Or I write a "terribly depressing" ending, as family members have said. I enjoy the moral and cognitive value of books and stories. The Most Valuable Game was one of my favorites in middle school, and it still is. I value the craftsmanship of fine books; I felt like I was an art appreciator when reading those novels, stopping to admire certain aspects every so often.
Basically, the summer reading has renewed my desire for reading. I hope that I will see to reading many things this school year, ones that I can take something from, to learn and to dispute.
I'll try not to get caught up in my Senior year, for my own sake.
