Sunday, February 17, 2013

February Book Blog 1-Mockingbird by Kathryn Erskine


When people speak in this book they don’t have quotation marks around what they say.  Instead, to indicate that somebody is talking the words are in italics.  Me, being a constant reader, and always used to quotation marks, I was surprisingly taken aback and struggle having to get used to the italics used for talking. 

When I read, when something is in italics, someone is remembering something, or thinking.  When I read, it’s like I’m playing a movie in my head.  So when I see something in italics, and somebody is thinking I see them doing whatever they’re doing and having a narrative in the background of what they’re thinking.  For example if a person in a book is listening to what someone is saying, but not really paying attention, instead thinking I see them sitting there, nodding their heads with a narrative in the background of what they’re thinking like: I never realized that other piercing in her ear….                                           Or when somebody is remembering something and in the memory someone is talking, it’s in italics, so I see this memory playing in my head, but the image is blurry since it’s a memory, therefore not clear.  Also the talking is distant.  So when I imagine a memory the talking is distant and the image is blurry.

Everything that goes on in my head when I read is impacted by the font, size, or italics.  That’s why it’s so hard to get used to the italics in this book indicating talking, like normal talking, not memories or thinking.  When I read this book, I really have to think, because if not, then I’ll get sidetracked and the image in my head of what’s going on when somebody’s talking  will become like a memory, because that’s what I mainly think of when I see the speaking in italics in this book.   I have to train myself to realize and understand that they’re speaking normally, not thinking or remembering.   It’s unexpectedly extremely difficult for me.

Monday, February 11, 2013

A World Full of Hapiness...


A world with no war, no pain, no regret, only happiness.  That's what Brave New World's society is like.  Everybody is ALWAYS happy.  When you slightly feel a bit down, all you have to do is take soma, a happy drug.  This is a world that knows no love, pain, hurt, regret, anything; except happiness.  At first it doesn't sound too bad, but really is this the way to live life?  Emotionless, unloved, with no family, nobody you truly care for. 

1984 sounds very frightful and depressing with all the war, but what really sounds frightful to me is not feeling at all.  Just pure, raw happiness and nothing else; it seems...unnatural.  Like a robot almost.  Plus, no one has families, therefore there's nobody you truly love or care for.  There are no relationships since "everyone belongs to everyone." 

What is life then, without challenges, motivation, love, or hurt? Everything goes your way and you’re happy.  It's wrong.  It's not life.  It's something else.  Something I hope we never reach.  This world sounds so frightful; to have to succumb yourself to a drug to feel fake happiness.  Yeah, maybe our world could be a bit less warring or sad, but it's life.  I wouldn't give myself up to some fake, happy world.  This world is full of happiness, but truly it's dark, and odd.  It brainwashes people into not loving, not caring, not hating.  Could you really stand that much joy that's fake, brainwashed into people.  It's scary to think that's all we could feel.