These are the books I'm currently reading for school.
The first book "We" is for my English 105 class, we focus on dystopian literature. This is our second novel (the first one was "The Handmaid's Tale", amazing by the way). Anyways, "We" is about a society in the future that is founded on mathematics. The book is definitely not something I would read for fun but it's not painful to read either, I just can't connect with it.
"We comes from God, I from the Devil."
"You are afraid of it because it is stronger than you; you hate it because you are afraid of it; you love it because you cannot subdue it to your will. Only the unsubduable can be loved."
"A human being is like a novel: until the last page you don't know how it will end. Or it wouldn't be worth reading"
"You are afraid of it because it is stronger than you; you hate it because you are afraid of it; you love it because you cannot subdue it to your will. Only the unsubduable can be loved."
"A human being is like a novel: until the last page you don't know how it will end. Or it wouldn't be worth reading"
The second book "The Bell Jar" is for my American Literature class. We got to ch0ose our own books for this particular part of our curriculum and I chose "The Bell Jar" because I had been dying to read it for ages and was already lying about the house since I had gotten it a month ago. It is an amazing book, I'm not quite done with it yet but it's great so far. I connect with it on so many levels that it's unbelievable. Yes, it's about a girl who has a mental breakdown and yes the author did stick her head in the oven but let me explain myself. I have a panic disorder, not anything quite as severe as portrayed in the book but, there are so many instances in the book that I have found similar to my own life. Thankfully, I am not quite as extreme as the protagonist, Esther but still the connection is there. Anyways, I highly recommend this book.
"If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell. I'll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of my days."
"I saw the days of the year stretching ahead like a series of bright, white boxes, and separating one box from another was sleep, like a black shade. Only for me, the long perspective of shades that set off one box from the next day had suddenly snapped up, and I could see day after day after day glaring ahead of me like a white, broad, infinitely desolate avenue."
"The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence."
"I didn't want my picture taken because I was going to cry. I didn't know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of my throat and I'd cry for a week. I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that is unsteady and too full."
"I saw the days of the year stretching ahead like a series of bright, white boxes, and separating one box from another was sleep, like a black shade. Only for me, the long perspective of shades that set off one box from the next day had suddenly snapped up, and I could see day after day after day glaring ahead of me like a white, broad, infinitely desolate avenue."
"The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence."
"I didn't want my picture taken because I was going to cry. I didn't know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of my throat and I'd cry for a week. I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that is unsteady and too full."
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