So, I've been crazy enough to take two English classes in one semester, from a teacher who gives us quite a bit of homework. You'd think that would be enough for me, but no, I'm reading Godonlyknowshowmany books on my own, too... I'll put a list up some time.
Anyway, in Literary Theory, we're reading a book called The Crying of Lot 49, by Thomas Pynchon. It's a satire - apparently - though we're only one chapter in, and I'm having trouble understanding the plot (which isn't important, it's all the religious imagery that's important... and everything else except the plot.) So far, a woman has been named executrix of an estate, we've learned that her husband quit his job as a used car salesman because he couldn't take the moral implications, and we have just followed her odd journey through a motel where she gets drunk and lets a random lawyer bone her. Then she cries.
Compare this to what we're reading in A.P. English: Jane Austen's Emma. This is one of the cheeriest novels that has ever been written. For goodness' sake, listen to the opening: "Emma Woodhouse, handsome, clever, and rich..." That's just so... up-py! How could anything bad happen in that novel? We've already read it once; we're on a second reading for everything else that we missed the first time, and analysis.
Now then, for fun, I'm reading... more Jane Austen. Pride and Prejudice, to be specific. I love it. Why do I love Jane Austen novels? I have NO idea. I just do. Mind you, I'm also reading a book called Night of the Living Trekkies, so I'm not all that snobby. Speaking of Night of the Living Trekkies... it combines Star Trek and Zombies into one. HOW could anything improve upon that? I don't know if it could, unless (to quote Yahtzee) "it had tits and was on fire".
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