Thursday, August 4, 2011

Procrastinating

My mom told me I could delay reading at the moment. So I am. She said! I shall return with two sections read.

I'm Pooped


Sorry.

I just got back from work thirty minutes ago. I went in at 7:30 p.m. and got done at 1 a.m.
Mind you, this was supposed to be a small, part-time, minimum-minimum wage job. I clean after animals (and mainly the workers) at a veterinary clinic. I can sit here and complain all morning about how I smell like animal poop and sadness but I have to go. I didn't even have time to read. I didn't even realize I had to work tonight. Yeah, that was an unexpected surprise. Wow. That sentence was stupid. No, not the "Wow" sentence. The one before it. Yes, with the "unexpected surprise". It is unnecessary to say "unexpected" because a surprise is unexpected. And yet, I am still not going to change it. It gave me extra sentences and I enjoy rambling anyway. I'm sorry you had to go through that. I will leave now so there are no other casualties.

sigh...

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

As I Lay Dying - Section 2

Now things are getting interesting!

Okay...
Vardaman is crazy and incoherent; he is rambling about Peabody killing his mother and his mother becoming a fish. I still do not understand his reasoning or why the fish stain, blood in the pan, and the rain starting when he left for the Tulls' place had any connection at all. Another frustrating obstacle that I shall overcome. Anyway, since the fish is apparently Addie, who would still be dead in this situation Vardaman created, Addie's body is not hers anymore. Yet, he still was terrified of her previous body being nailed into a box. In his frustration and climbing fear, he tried to get her out.  Apparently, the logical thing was to drill holes into the box and eventually bashing a couple of holes in her face. I had to read this section twice to understand what the heck happened. Oh, and get this!
*"what?" the studio audience chimes in*
Dewey Dell is pregnant! Woweee! Pregnant by some guy named "Lafe". He was mentioned by both Darl's point of view and Dewey Dell's view afterwards. Hmm. Can anyone see a possible family brawl brewing? Yes. Yes I can. I can bet all my money it will be combined with every other character's bowl of crazy and the crazy pot of soup will explode in the last fourth of the book. Yes, Yes.

Back to the important note-taking...
I am still annoyed with Cora.
I am interested in whether or not Dewey Dell is:
   a. bored
   b. a slut           *"oooooh" Them's fightin' words*
   c. severly screwed up from the family issues that Cora was mentioning
So, yes, I am getting interested in the story. I always do. I was just frustrated from passages like this:
          "Then hit want. Hit hadn't happened then. Hit was a-layin right there on the ground. And now she's gitten ready to cook hit."       
That was courtesy of Vardaman, page 56.  Yeehaw.

All of the characters so far and their brief characterizations:
Cora Tull - busybody who has done everything she has ever done because of her "Christian duties"
Vernon Tull - rich neighbor of the Bundrens and helps nail Addie into her coffin
Kate and Eula Tull - annoying offspring of Vernon and Cora. Haven't heard from them much but I can safely assume that they are irritating.      
Can you see that I have a rather odd hatred for a family of minor characters? Well, stick around. I'm sure there will be more.
*Why am I still typing at 2:42 a.m.?! Grrr.*
I shall do one more character and then I will return to my slumber and dream amazing dreams.
Cash Bundren - hasn't appeared much or contributed to the narration but all of the other characters have mentioned his lingering presence and the sound of him sawing in the background.

I shall resume tomorrow. Wait... today. I forgot that I technically skipped a day on this assignment. Sorry 'bout that.

Monday, August 1, 2011

As I Lay Dying - Section 1

*sigh*
Okay. I'm ready.

As I Lay Dying is infuriating. This is the only thing I got from the thirty-eight pages I had just scanned past my eyeballs. I understand it is classical American Literature and the very-difficult-to-comprehend-writing is meant to reflect the lack of education of these dirt poor, simple-minded people. No excuse!

Back to my assignment in which I will attempt to form possible thesis statements. My notes say to write a "strong thesis statement!" I will do so now.
Possible thesis statements - after reading the first section:
- something with the strength of family during the Great Depression
- the different meanings of death between characters
- strong-will during hard times
- ???
I give up. It is probably too early to form one. To be honest, I could never form a really strong thesis statement in my school papers.

Small notes:
Cora seems gossipy and very full of herself. (her dislike of Jewel, talking with her family about the Bundrens' situation, and the fact that they are a well off family)
Asne's chapters are very irritating to read.
Why is Addie dying? Why has she given up?
Jewel is either truly terrible as, Cora says, or a good person with problems.
Is the whole family going to travel with Addie to her grave-spot?
How greedy and evil is the Bundren family? Is there proof Cora's allegations?
I want to hear more from the daughter Dewey and the son Vardaman.
They have odd names.


to be continued...

The Beginnings of a Long, Long Summer

Okay, first assignment: As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner from 1930.

I am going to hit two birds with one stone on this project. I will write a passage about the thirty-seven pages I read everyday over the span of a week. That is two hundred and sixty-one pages folks. By reading the pages and then publishing a detailed blog post, I will be fulfilling my requirements of my AP English project: read As I Lay Dying and Their Eyes Were Watching God, write detailed notes while reading, and write two separate four-page literary analyses. I also have to write notes on a book that will teach me how to write properly. *internet audience cheering in the background*

Anywho... I will report back to this blog in, hopefully, a few hours.



I'M BACK in the saddle again... d(-_-)b

Yup. School is over. Way over. It is the first day of August, the first day of the end of my summer break, and the first day of worry and anxiety until I graduate from high school. To say the least, I am scared. Scared of the three AP classes. Scared of being around the classmates who have frustrated me for nine years. Scared of the impending college applications and possible failure. And yet, the thing I am most frightened of is not being able to read the books I love and reporting to this blog. Just look at the last time I wrote a post! It's shameful. I like writing about books. I will write about books -- as much as I possibly can during the thirty-one days I have left. To make it easier, and more interesting, I will write about other bits of entertainment. Similar to what I had already proposed many, many months ago.











I despise myself.

Friday, March 25, 2011

The Return

I'm back.
I know. We (Mother and I) have been neglecting the blogosphere. We will make it up to you.
Back to Book Land.
My American Literature class was assigned different books for our Literature Circles Unit. I immediately chose to read the Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins. I just have to say one thing about it... AMAZING
It is my new favorite book. Although, this would conflict with my Harry Potter Nerd Contract.
Seriously though, read it. Do it. You will thank me. You're welcome.
This book was soo good that I ended up reading the second one -Catching Fire- soon after and am currently on the third -Mockingjay. The only thing standing in the way between me and the ending of this book is my ridiculous pile of homework. Don't tell me the ending. Not even a whisper. It might come through the Ethernet cable and attack my ears. Mockingjay. Hmmm... I think it is calling my name. I'm sorry Mockingjay, I can't read you.
Why not? I am very good.
I know you are. I...just... I have to read The Scarlet Letter for my class and do my Anatomy homework first. I'm sorry.
Whatever, Megan. I feel so unloved.
This is the weird guilt trip I go through.
Oh yeah. I have to read The Scarlet Letter. Ugh. --I know, I know. I call myself a "book lover" but the fact that I have to read 70 pages every other day is getting on my nerves. Detailed notes too. Grrr. I just want to sit down and enjoy the book, not dissect every single detail--
Sorry 'bout that.
My mother is still trying to read the final Harry Potter book. I think there isn't enough romance in it for her. Shame. It is a wonderfully epic finale. I am getting emotional just thinking about it.
She also read Hunger Games, Catching Fire, and is on Mockingjay. I'm soo proud.
I suppose I better get back to my homework... *currently sulking away*