EGKangaroo
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Hey-ho, Pokécommunity. Here's a thread about the one thing you must have loathed in high school: reading stuff! (Often against your will.) I want to know about the kind of books you read, maybe drop in a couple of titles of books you've read recently, and maybe your favourite titles, authors, series, genres, whatever. Talk about your personal experiences with literature, and even whether you want to start writing books yourself. Everything that's literature-related could fit in this thread.
As for myself:
I've not always been a huge fan of literature. I always thought reading was a bit boring, and being coerced to do it for school kinda drew away the potential fun of letting your mind sink into a good book and really appreciate the printed word. Always knowing that what you read must be turned into a book assignment, and will determine a very important grade, and it will alter the course of your life when you fail and you won't ever pass high school and you'll become a hobo for the rest of your life ALL because you could not give a proper character analysis of Holden Caulfield...sorry, train of thought derailed. Always knowing that what you read must be turned into a book assignment kind of changes the way you read things. It becomes like work, which is exactly what reading should not be.
However, I've always been a fan of roleplaying, so indirectly, I've always been in contact with prose. I wrote it myself. And I read some of it for my own enjoyment in the form of fanfiction and short furry stories. But in the end, that'll only bring you so far. It's not like you can expect gold to come out of most fanfiction or furry stories (even if there are some good authors out there). And I've always wanted to try my hand at writing someday (And to this day, I still have only failed miserably at it).
I've only really gotten back into literature, for fun instead of just to get a passing grade and then put the book away to never think of it again, around the beginning of this year. I did read some books that I really liked before that. I enjoyed reading The Beach by Alex Garland, and later on Catch-22 by Joseph Heller. It wasn't until January that I really started devouring books at a rate like I've never done before. I've read The Catcher in the Rye, by JD Salinger, and after that went straight on through to Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury, and I've recently finished Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut. I've just now started reading another novel: On The Beach by Nevil Shute.
If you want to read On The Beach. Spoiler Alert:
As for myself:
I've not always been a huge fan of literature. I always thought reading was a bit boring, and being coerced to do it for school kinda drew away the potential fun of letting your mind sink into a good book and really appreciate the printed word. Always knowing that what you read must be turned into a book assignment, and will determine a very important grade, and it will alter the course of your life when you fail and you won't ever pass high school and you'll become a hobo for the rest of your life ALL because you could not give a proper character analysis of Holden Caulfield...sorry, train of thought derailed. Always knowing that what you read must be turned into a book assignment kind of changes the way you read things. It becomes like work, which is exactly what reading should not be.
However, I've always been a fan of roleplaying, so indirectly, I've always been in contact with prose. I wrote it myself. And I read some of it for my own enjoyment in the form of fanfiction and short furry stories. But in the end, that'll only bring you so far. It's not like you can expect gold to come out of most fanfiction or furry stories (even if there are some good authors out there). And I've always wanted to try my hand at writing someday (And to this day, I still have only failed miserably at it).
I've only really gotten back into literature, for fun instead of just to get a passing grade and then put the book away to never think of it again, around the beginning of this year. I did read some books that I really liked before that. I enjoyed reading The Beach by Alex Garland, and later on Catch-22 by Joseph Heller. It wasn't until January that I really started devouring books at a rate like I've never done before. I've read The Catcher in the Rye, by JD Salinger, and after that went straight on through to Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury, and I've recently finished Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut. I've just now started reading another novel: On The Beach by Nevil Shute.
If you want to read On The Beach. Spoiler Alert:
Spoiler:
I'm only the first chapter in with On The Beach, and I must admit that it's a very emotionally heavy book to read. It's certainly the first book ever that's brought me to tears upon reading Moira's heart-wrenching confession that she'd rather just join the dead in the Northern Hemisphere instead of being alive and waiting for the radioactivity to spread to Melbourne.
Moira told how unfair it was, that no one in the southern hemisphere ever dropped a bomb, not a hydrogen bomb, or a cobalt bomb, or any sort of bomb -- they had nothing to do with it -- and yet, they have to die. And them talking about how the winds carrying the radioactive dust had taken out Darwin, and then Cairns, and there was already radiation sickness detected in Townsville. Their death inevitable and yet they have to cope with the months, weeks, or maybe days alive on the planet.
She talked that she could never live her dreams of getting outside of Australia. She could never accomplish a dream of having a family. Because there just wasn't time anymore, and then I just could not take it anymore.
Now, for me, there was an extra layer of painfulness to read the scene. The place that is slowly going out, and is going to end with a whimper, happens to be the one place in the world I look to as home. It's like watching something that you dearly love and having to see it die slowly and painfully.
Like I said, tough stuff to read, but worth it.
Moira told how unfair it was, that no one in the southern hemisphere ever dropped a bomb, not a hydrogen bomb, or a cobalt bomb, or any sort of bomb -- they had nothing to do with it -- and yet, they have to die. And them talking about how the winds carrying the radioactive dust had taken out Darwin, and then Cairns, and there was already radiation sickness detected in Townsville. Their death inevitable and yet they have to cope with the months, weeks, or maybe days alive on the planet.
She talked that she could never live her dreams of getting outside of Australia. She could never accomplish a dream of having a family. Because there just wasn't time anymore, and then I just could not take it anymore.
Now, for me, there was an extra layer of painfulness to read the scene. The place that is slowly going out, and is going to end with a whimper, happens to be the one place in the world I look to as home. It's like watching something that you dearly love and having to see it die slowly and painfully.
Like I said, tough stuff to read, but worth it.