I have become obsessed with GoodReads lately, especially since I now have ten friends. That is a whopping 80% more than I had just a few months ago. I spent, admittedly, a good part of the weekend going through friends' lists and random lists, and those sparked memories of books I've read. I'm sure it's still just a fraction.
GoodReads has brough back memories from high school. I remember having to read and dissect such uninteresting drivel in those English classes. The summer leading to ninth grade, we had to read Treasure Island. Yo ho ho and a bottle of crap-you-will-not-enjoy. That same year, the only treat we got was to read Great Expectations. A lot of kids in class with me didn't like it, but I felt so rewarded when we got to the section where *spoiler alert* Miss Havisham catches on fire. It felt like a treat after being stuck in the Great Expectations unit for months.
Each year, of course, we had to read Shakespeare. Now, I am all for good literature and for keeping it alive and all that, but truth be told, I am not a big fan of Shakespeare. Every year it was another ghastly long unit on a Shakespeare history or tragedy. Romeo and Juliet, Julius Caesar, Hamlet, MacBeth ... and others my mind has blocked out to protect itself. For some reason, the English department didn't seem too keen on his comedies. Maybe a comedy would have kept me from feeling like bashing my head into the desk, but I somehow doubt it.
I am convinced that if someone can get through high school and still like to read, she will be a reader for life. There are too many amazing books out there to let English class take that away, but it can certainly make reading seem like a chore from hell.
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