And I'm procrastinating. But not really, because my paper isn't due until Sunday, and it's a reflection paper which means I have to think about what I've learned. I do believe I must ruminate on the subject a little while before I commit any words to paper.
I want to read Tolstoy- Anna Karenina is calling me, and mostly because of the first line:
"Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way."
Reading is so amazing because an engaging author can put you in any position with any character at different times in your life. After the loss of my first love, I felt like Anna, so hopeless in love. Now I identify with Kitty, content in domesticity but still (hopefully) complex. Sometimes I feel like Levin wanting to take care of everyone I meet. And I need to read it again because I remember it being such a big read when I was younger- I have a little more life under my belt and think I'd get more out of it this time around. What mysteries would it hold for me now? I think I've learned more about life reading about it than actually living it. And especially in this case, that's a good thing.
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