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Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Joy of Fiction, Joy of Imagination - N.G

Last Friday marked the end of another semester, and it felt exceptionally good. Well, there were three essays due last week, a plan and a test to cherry-top it all. This semester pushed my reading boundaries, because we were given quite a daunting task of completing 22 novels in 11 weeks. Well, I complaint and whined that I had to read so many books, and I was at the breaking point of reading. These books did not allow me to glance through the pages, because if I do, I'll miss what the book is about. Then again, some books are so boring that I allowed myself to drift when I was only in for 10 pages. Bad move - I had to re-read again.

At the start, I thought to myself that these English units might kill my love for novels. You know, reading not because you want to but that you had to, or risk looking like a loser in the tutorial classes. But, now at the end of it, the feeling of accomplishing Post-Modernism books is indescribable. It has taken my whole reading experience up to the next level, and I definitely think it has made me want to read wider genres. Reading is not just a hobby, it encompasses one's love for creative knowledge. Of all the books that I've cried reading to, got angered about, pondered on over days, and talked over it with a friend, it's amazing how something simply stationary could evoke emotions to remain in the novel's time and space.

So, I strongly encourage you all to grab a novel.It doesn't have to be post-modernist, and start the habit of reading. I love hiding in a little corner, away from noise and everybody else, but that novel I hold. It allows you to enter into another world of a different time and space journey.


Book this week: Neil Gaiman's Stories: All New Tales




On a side note, 26 DAYS TO EUROPE!


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