Outside Reading

I'm reading Rebecca. Yeah, by Daphne Du Maurier or something. I'm too lazy to get my book right in front of me. Actually I'm not. And yes, I spelled it right. So anyways, I'm reading Rebecca by Daphne Du Maurier. The book is actually pretty good. It was super hard to get into and was boring in the beginning like most books are to me, but because it was a required read, I forced myself to read it more and eventually I got to a good part. When whats-her-face gets married to the rich dude. It never mentions her name in the book. I keep on thinking it's Rebecca because its always mentioned. But Rebecca is creepy 'cause she went out to this boat thing and drowned because the water was choppy. Choppy isn't exactly enough to toss you off the boat. Whatever. After the main girl got married the book started to actually make me want to read.

There's tons of imagery in the book. There's so much that sometimes when I'm reading I don't even notice it to mark it with those little sticky notes. I don't really mark much other stuff because its not poppish enough for me to see it. Poppish, you say? I make up words when I can't think of one to use. This one for instance, means something that is very noticeable. Yeah. I'm very sure that imagery is the one that is most obvious and dominant. The author is obviously just trying to make everything seem more detailed with all that imagery. That's why she was using all of it. It enriches the text and forms a picture in your mind. But that's why some people like books; it puts them into a world unlike their own. You could be jealous of this, or lucky from this, or any other emotion from the pictures that form in your head from imagery.

The tone. Erm... I can't really find a tone. Its basically like the author is impartial about the situation. I think she's trying to say that she felt that Rebecca was way more important that the main girl could ever be. She made Rebecca loved by everyone, made her beautiful, made her just overall awesome. And the main person's just like, 'bleh' and drab and simple and shy and not caring and stuff. Actually, now that I think about it, the tone isn't exactly impartial like I said, its more of nostalgic. Everyone is longing for Rebecca. Since nostalgia is when you desire for the past. And everyone is always "Rebecca always did things like this, Rebecca always ate this, Rebecca always went here at this time of the day, You should be like Rebecca, You are nothing like I thought your would be, I don't know why Maxim chose you after Rebecca, blah blah blah and such. And no, the tone doesn't shift with each chapter. Well, at least I don't think it does.

Writing About Reading

Errr.... Reading. Reading. Um.... I read. Quite a lot actually. Hm. Wait, scratch that, I didn't read a page of a book last summer other than the assignment book. I didn't even get a good grade on that since I didn't get into the book. I had better things to do than spend an hour a day trying to read these not-connected-at-all chapters of a book with too many storylines. To be honest, I was so impatient to finish the book I rushed through the last chapters and didn't even bother reading the last couple paragraphs. Yeah, I know. That's probably why I got a 88% on that assignment.

But anyways, forgive me for rambling about stupid stuff, I should get to the actual blog question. So yeah, I can only really read in a quiet enviromnet. Sure, I can get through a few lines on the bus or something, but if I do that, I get distracted by someone's conversation or the bus jolts to a stop, then I have to check if that is my stop, so then I end up reading the same line over and over and over. I usually just give up reading somewhere that's not quiet. So I don't read in loud places. I read in my room usually after dinner since I'm not allowed on the computer after dinner. I sit in that one uncomfortable chair there in the corner and force myself to read. Then when my brother does homework he sits by the desk which is right on the other side of my room. And he distracts himself. He probably has ADD or something like that. He taps on the desk with his pencil and on the wall. And since the wall is on the other side of my room, I can hear it and it somehow gets super magnified. Then I tell him through the wall to put his ear on the wall so I can tell him something then I hit the wall. Hehe, its actually super funny.

Well, I sometimes space out and I ramble soooooo much I probably have some phyciological problem or whatever, but I'm too lazy to worry about that. Actually, I worry a lot. Which brings me back to mental problems. But whatever. So, when I get a book I look at the cover. If it's an ugly cover, I just can't bear to look at it so I put sticky notes over it and draw my own cover. :) But still, that weird looming feeling that there is still an ugly cover still bothers me. Yes, I DO judge a book by its cover. Seriously. But if it has a pretty cover, then I check the flap or whatever to see the summary and get it if I like it. Once I get down to actually reading, I get through first chapter or two, and that usually decides whether I read the whole thing. I don't like high diction at all, which is why I had so much difficulty with the summer assignment, even though I didn't have a formal diction book.

But I like to read. If the book is good. Which most books are not to me, since I'm super picky when it comes to that. But I only read fiction, because non-fiction books of any kind bore the crap out of me. I don't get why my brother ONLY reads them, I really don't. So I just read fiction. Except I don't read fiction books that are about history, slavery, religion, or friendship. Not like friendship in a book, I mean a book about friendship. Like that one book about how the Jew and the Catholic or whatever 'try to work out their differences and become BFFL's.' Yeah.

Sigh... That's enough ranting for this week.