If only I’ve read stacks, stacks, and more stacks of books when I was younger, then I’d probably be a way better writer today.
Excellent reading paves the way to excellent writing, I believe. Excellent reading matches up not only to the number of books one has read, but how one thinks critically, analyzing every word, phrase, sentence, and chapter. The writer does not give it all away. It’s like a secret ingredient of a recipe - what actually makes it taste exceptional is unknown. For what the writer, sometimes, tries to say lies beneath those words.
It’s depressing that children in this day and age lose interest in books. Xbox, online games, cell phones, and whatever technology introduces may be the grounds of their false acuities of what great literature is, and their unawareness to what literature brings. They might even just raise their eyebrows or put a frown on their faces when they hear Jane Austen, Nathaniel Hawthorne, Jonathan Swift, Edgar Allan Poe, Charles Dickens, Harper Lee, and other great classic authors, which some of whose works are made into films such as Pride and Prejudice. So it should be of no surprise if the generation after generation after ours becomes dumber.
Now that I’m expected to do tons of work every single day, I cannot put reading into place. My biggest adversary is time. Deadlines are villains that wouldn’t allow me to drink from these wellsprings of extra knowledge and eventually, wisdom. I thirst for literature but I can’t seem to find ways to load them up to fill the gaps in my head.
If only I could turn back time (what a chestnut!), I wouldn’t do much running and hopping in our backyard, I’d read more books - other than Sweet Valley Kids, or Goosebumps.
Then, I’d be probably writing this entry better.
Excellent reading paves the way to excellent writing, I believe. Excellent reading matches up not only to the number of books one has read, but how one thinks critically, analyzing every word, phrase, sentence, and chapter. The writer does not give it all away. It’s like a secret ingredient of a recipe - what actually makes it taste exceptional is unknown. For what the writer, sometimes, tries to say lies beneath those words.
It’s depressing that children in this day and age lose interest in books. Xbox, online games, cell phones, and whatever technology introduces may be the grounds of their false acuities of what great literature is, and their unawareness to what literature brings. They might even just raise their eyebrows or put a frown on their faces when they hear Jane Austen, Nathaniel Hawthorne, Jonathan Swift, Edgar Allan Poe, Charles Dickens, Harper Lee, and other great classic authors, which some of whose works are made into films such as Pride and Prejudice. So it should be of no surprise if the generation after generation after ours becomes dumber.
Now that I’m expected to do tons of work every single day, I cannot put reading into place. My biggest adversary is time. Deadlines are villains that wouldn’t allow me to drink from these wellsprings of extra knowledge and eventually, wisdom. I thirst for literature but I can’t seem to find ways to load them up to fill the gaps in my head.
If only I could turn back time (what a chestnut!), I wouldn’t do much running and hopping in our backyard, I’d read more books - other than Sweet Valley Kids, or Goosebumps.
Then, I’d be probably writing this entry better.
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