A Big Book

Thu, 02 Nov 2006 10:30:00 +0000

When I was younger I hated reading. I mean, I guess I didn’t hate reading, but I always found better things to do. Like dig holes.

Times have changed. Throughout middle school I thoroughly enjoyed reading the Xanth fantasy series by Piers Anthony; Dean Koontz was pretty good as well. In high school my teachers spoon-fed me fine literature, with special thanks to Mrs. Bowen-Jones for her AP Literature course. Compared with many people I have talked with at uni, I had the privilege of being exposed to many great works. While the fine details have now somewhat faded, I still remember the overall themes and motifs. At the time I didn’t fully enjoy or appreciate the privilege I had. Indeed, the push from my teachers to read certain books appears to parallel the push from my mom to get me to eat vegetables. Alas, I still don’t really like vegetables.

Tolstoy on Kelvin Nicholson

A Big Book