Book Reports
I love books. Let me just say that. I love books with my life. They are fantastic. An escape from the ordinairy. Proof that peace within the human soul is possible with just words on a page and simple enjoyment.
That being said, I tend to choose bad books to do book reports on. And you know how it is, you look at a book. And you read it over once, and you go, "Huh. That wasn't the greatest thing in the world, but whatever. I only have ot read it once more to write stuff on it."
But then that taunting sheet of paper telling you the requirements for teh book report tells you to analyse the thing chapter by chapter.
And you don't dread it.
But then you start reading again, and the tiny little faults in the characters that didn't bug you so much the first time--really, they didn't, they were just cursory annoyances--well. You have to look at them. Look at their meaning. Look at thier depth. and they start to really bug you. In fact, they're ruining the whole story because you're reading into the meaning and all you can think is, "Wow. This protagonist is a really insufferable person. I would not want them near me. I would not touch them with a ten foot pole. I actually really don't like their attitude towards life." And then...well, me, I just get into a cycle. It goes a little something like this:
Examine book for as long as you can stand it (probably around twenty minutes).
Get fed up with characters you actually legitimately think are appalling people.
Want to shoot yourself in the head.
Distract yourself with soomething for long enough that you forget how horrible that protagonist is (maybe five minutes).
Examine book for as long as you can stand it again.
Return to wanting to shoot yourself in the head.
Lather, rinse, repeat.
Hi ho, hi ho, it's back to work we go...
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-Bot (SAVE ME)
That being said, I tend to choose bad books to do book reports on. And you know how it is, you look at a book. And you read it over once, and you go, "Huh. That wasn't the greatest thing in the world, but whatever. I only have ot read it once more to write stuff on it."
But then that taunting sheet of paper telling you the requirements for teh book report tells you to analyse the thing chapter by chapter.
And you don't dread it.
But then you start reading again, and the tiny little faults in the characters that didn't bug you so much the first time--really, they didn't, they were just cursory annoyances--well. You have to look at them. Look at their meaning. Look at thier depth. and they start to really bug you. In fact, they're ruining the whole story because you're reading into the meaning and all you can think is, "Wow. This protagonist is a really insufferable person. I would not want them near me. I would not touch them with a ten foot pole. I actually really don't like their attitude towards life." And then...well, me, I just get into a cycle. It goes a little something like this:
Examine book for as long as you can stand it (probably around twenty minutes).
Get fed up with characters you actually legitimately think are appalling people.
Want to shoot yourself in the head.
Distract yourself with soomething for long enough that you forget how horrible that protagonist is (maybe five minutes).
Examine book for as long as you can stand it again.
Return to wanting to shoot yourself in the head.
Lather, rinse, repeat.
Hi ho, hi ho, it's back to work we go...
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-Bot (SAVE ME)