What I'd like to do for the rest of my life, hands down, is read.

One thing I don't like about lit is characterization. Somehow I can never get it right. I can only make the most superficial assumptions about the persona's personality even though I've really been identifying with the character through out the story. I think it just doesn't make sense to classify characters under a certain type of emotional habit, or to brand them with a mix of different characteristics. I mean, every single character is as the writer portrays them to be. They weren't made up to be specifically "smart", "witty", "insecure", "quiet" or all of it together at once. They just are the way they are because of environmental factors or human relationships throughout their lives. I like lit because it's about analyzing the story, the characters and the theme, but I don't like how there are specific answers at times, how the character is deemed to be like this because of this subconscious habit he has an any other interpretation would be "reading too much into it". What if that was just the way the author had wanted it to be, murky and undefined? What if he was meant to be unorthodox? Sometimes I find it hard to grapple with the fact that a humanity can be so scientific.

Good books make you feel like you've taken something away with it's ending, like it's given you some hope with doing something better with your life, even if it has nothing to do with your ambition. That's why I think there's so much beauty in words... How the most impactful sentences can be nothing more than two words. Like this. Also why I don't like fairy tales probably has something to do with it's impracticality (like duh). I don't think books with happy endings make much sense either. Rather it is those with more subtle conclusions that have a more realistic quality. Of course, some people read to delve into fantasy because the real world is sometimes too harsh and just, real. If so, please do not mind my own selfish opinions and you have every right to laugh at my lack of empathy...

Just finished The Chrysalids by John Wyndham and thought of all this rubbish because I know I will sure as hell be at a lost if I were to be asked to characterize David or Rosalind, worse still, Petra (honestly I can't think of anything other than annoying). It's one of those books where you have to hold on a little longer to really get into it (in this case, didn't have much of a choice, fortunately and unfortunately). Provides a new perspective as to what is the true image, I think. But I'll save it for a lit essay, in case I start on some incoherent droning...

Time for some homework from other subjects I don't particularly like :(