A secret blog containing the ramblings of a secret someone...
I have been reading the same book for about a month now and I'm only half way through. I'm not enjoying it very much, but it's a "classic," and for some reason this makes me feel like I should at least give it a second chance. And, a good friend had recommended it to me, so I sort of feel personally atached to it. I mean, it's his favorite book, so yeah. Anyway, it's really confusing and I'm already not the brightest reader in the world. I'm the kind of person who often reads pages twice and has to sit down and think about what just happened in order to understand, so add a bit of complication or take away a plot that goes from a to b and nowhere in between and I'm completely lost. But, I continue to try. So, my mom picked up the book this morning and read a couple paragraphs and was able to connect it all for me. I mean everything. Sure, the details are all still a little cloudy, but her 5 minute interlude cleared up so much. I don't know where I missed the lesson on being a good reader. I like to consider myself a fairly intelligent person, but, I mean, really. This is kinda ridiculous. I think what it comes down to is that I just want things to be easy. When they're complex and complicated I don't know what to do. Or, maybe I just don't like the book. I guess that's okay too.