Death by Dusty Books...
I have so many books to read for my english exams in the summer (which are rapidly approaching)...I CAN'T KEEP UP.
I mean, I love reading - I really do. But reading and annotating and memorising...repeat times a million, just...can't be fun. DDDD< Its driving me insane.
Tom Jones by Henry Fielding came the other day.
(I thought it was a birthday present at first >____< since it arrived on my birthday. BOY. How wrong was I. TTwTT)
It looks like its a gazillion pages (I exaggerate when I'm stressed xD But no serious, this is one fat book.) and the writing style. OH GOD. I opened the first page - the first sentence?
" Sir -Notwithstanding your constant refusal, when I have asked leave to prefix your name to this dedication, I must still insist on my right to desire your protection of this work."
Okay...Maybe it just starts like that? Although, I was immediately filled with apprehension, I tried to look on the bright side. It sounds interesting yes? Just wordy and slightly pretentious. So, I decided to give Monsieur Fielding the benefit of the doubt and flicked onto page 371. Part which my eye fell on:
" The footman and post-boy were in a different disposition. They were more ready to order than the landlady was to provide; however, after being pretty well satisfied by them of the real truth of the case, and that Mr Fitzpatrick was no thief; she was at length prevailed on to set some cold meat before them, which they were devouring with great greediness when Partridge came into the kitchen."
I mean look. Seriously.
I love it, because it sounds interesting and its considered one of the first novels ever written BUT Oh my God. The sentence goes on forever, and its like he wants to use so many descriptive words but can't squish them all in.
But I guess what gives me the right to comment on his work? He was published and clearly intelligent. I'm just grumpy, stressed and over tired, I'm sure if I had been given this book to read (not in the exam context) then I would have loved it...Just not at this moment, where I'm concerned that ny time is rapidly running out.
Stupid English. Stupid Exams. Stupid pressure.
Y'know the dumb thing? I enjoy exams. I do. I love how they make me feel when writing the exam, I just hate the pressure that comes with exams. The pressure that if I do badly...I'm screwed. I can't do badly. I have to do well.
Uni dictates that I have to do well. -SOB-
お先に失礼しま す。
I mean, I love reading - I really do. But reading and annotating and memorising...repeat times a million, just...can't be fun. DDDD< Its driving me insane.
Tom Jones by Henry Fielding came the other day.
(I thought it was a birthday present at first >____< since it arrived on my birthday. BOY. How wrong was I. TTwTT)
It looks like its a gazillion pages (I exaggerate when I'm stressed xD But no serious, this is one fat book.) and the writing style. OH GOD. I opened the first page - the first sentence?
" Sir -Notwithstanding your constant refusal, when I have asked leave to prefix your name to this dedication, I must still insist on my right to desire your protection of this work."
Okay...Maybe it just starts like that? Although, I was immediately filled with apprehension, I tried to look on the bright side. It sounds interesting yes? Just wordy and slightly pretentious. So, I decided to give Monsieur Fielding the benefit of the doubt and flicked onto page 371. Part which my eye fell on:
" The footman and post-boy were in a different disposition. They were more ready to order than the landlady was to provide; however, after being pretty well satisfied by them of the real truth of the case, and that Mr Fitzpatrick was no thief; she was at length prevailed on to set some cold meat before them, which they were devouring with great greediness when Partridge came into the kitchen."
I mean look. Seriously.
I love it, because it sounds interesting and its considered one of the first novels ever written BUT Oh my God. The sentence goes on forever, and its like he wants to use so many descriptive words but can't squish them all in.
But I guess what gives me the right to comment on his work? He was published and clearly intelligent. I'm just grumpy, stressed and over tired, I'm sure if I had been given this book to read (not in the exam context) then I would have loved it...Just not at this moment, where I'm concerned that ny time is rapidly running out.
Stupid English. Stupid Exams. Stupid pressure.
Y'know the dumb thing? I enjoy exams. I do. I love how they make me feel when writing the exam, I just hate the pressure that comes with exams. The pressure that if I do badly...I'm screwed. I can't do badly. I have to do well.
Uni dictates that I have to do well. -SOB-
お先に失礼しま す。