Day 16 — A Book You Love and One You Don’t
This is not hard. My favorite book is The Awakening by Kate Chopin. I first read it in a Novels class in high school, so it was a real treat being one of only 17 or 18 kids to read it in the school. The themes are dark in this novel. It’s centered around a character who is a New Orleans mother to boys, but doesn’t consider herself a “mother-woman” like the others that summer in Grand Isle. I loved the book then, but I really got it when I became a mother. A LOT of women are mother-women. You know them or you are one. Their lives are centered around their child. They have no identity other than so-and-so’s mom. I was never that woman. I’ve always had my own interests, always will. I can’t spoil it, but it’s a phenomenal book.
I could make a big list of books I don’t like. That would easy. I’ll do one everyone knows: Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë. It is horrible. People and the world have made it mandatory reading in British lit, but it’s the worst. Its heralded has this amazing gothic romance, but between the timeline, introduction of characters, illness, birth, and death, combined with a terrible icky British moors, it’s not a good read. It’s care about the characters, so when one died, I was all “oh well, there goes another one.” Plus, (spoiler alert) Heathcliff is not nice. What was Catherine’s attraction?
By the way, I hated WH so much that it pissed me off that the fantastic song “No Myth” by Michael Penn has “what if I was Romeo in black jeans? What if I were Heathcliff, it’s no myth” as a lyric. Stay away from WH, people.
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