...sincere opinions critics!!!? You enter the room, and your eyes fix on that dusty book on the corner of your bookshelf. You approach the bookshelf and take the book in your hands. It used to be your favourite book; one you had read one too many times. You open the book and start reading a story you once knew by heart. Despite the number of times you had read it, every time had seemed as magical as the first, until one day you had put it away.
Now, as you read, you enter a new world and escape from your reality and your life. You are no longer you, and most importantly, you are not longer in that life of yours. You leave everything behind as you merge with the story. You abandon an empty flat, and the lonely people surrounding it. You dispose an empty life of non-actions and all the feelings bound to it. You are now in a different life, and that is fun. You remember one, nay, two reasons why you used to read it so much. It was a relief to abandon your life for a while, and you had plenty of fun when you did. Furthermore, you could become anyone and live anything. You exchanged a few dull hours for days and months of experiences and adventures that would had been impossible in the real life. Unfortunately, even Bastian had to leave Fantastica, so you were obliged to come back to the real life with a need for more.
But that wasn’t all. If it were just that, the experience of reading that book would have been equivalent to that of being on drugs. That book had been much more than an experience. It had transmitted zillions of ideas to you, and within laid many more. That book had taught you, had discussed with you. That book had opened a thousand doors, each to a different place and time. Each page had been a new lesson, a new discovery, a new mystery; and you had accepted it all. And now, you read each page again and find even more facts and lessons, you discover new places and cultures; you meet people and learn ideas, opinions and facts. You know that a book can teach you much more than Sophie’s world. You know that all those facts are important, but still, that is not the reason why you keep reading. There is something else, something more important for you in that book.
You continue reading. You realize that you feel identified with a character. You used to feel identified with another character before. That means one thing: you have changed. You don’t worry about it; you know people and their moods change all the time. You keep reading, and you pay particular attention to that character with whom you feel identified. What he is living is similar to what you are living. What he feels is similar to how you feel. You remember the feelings a book is capable of provoking; feelings much more powerful than the guilt Claudius felt after watching a play. Your problems are similar to the character’s problems. You realize you are looking in his actions for clues and advices you can apply to your own life. And eventually, you find some. This connection keeps you reading, but it is not the important thing you were looking for.
You turn a page once more. You don’t know how long you’ve been reading for. You realize you don’t even know how much you’ve read. But, in the end, you don’t care, so you just keep reading. One idea pops into your head. That book is much more than the reality you are living. That book goes beyond reality, it takes you to never-never land. The events there might never happen. Still and all, those events that will never happen are the ones that shape your life, the ones that inspire you, the ones that enrich and complement your life. You keep reading as if you were dreaming, letting yourself go. But you realize that comparison is silly, as reading is exploring other’s dreams, and even your own. You keep reading, but still, this is not the reason you were looking for.
You turn the page, and discover you are nearly done with that book. Suddenly, it hits you in the face. You like that book for a reason that involves all the other reasons you thought about before. You like that book because it helps you understand people and their actions. When you read a book, you are not stepping into the character’s shoes; you are stepping into the character’s life and soul. When you read, you merge with the character and live their life along them. And once you live their life, you are able to understand the motives for their actions, their thought, and their way of being. And you keep reading your book, and, as you do, you become more respectful and tolerant because you are capable of understanding others a little bit more. In addition, you learn to forgive and learn everyone has their own unique way of seeing things. But, above all, you grow as person and as a living being. You finish that book, but you have accomplished two things more: you understand the world (a little more) and you have grown. You return that book to the corner of the bookshelf, but you are certain you will be reading that book again.
PLZ be sincere and tell me your comments and opinions and why you think that way. If you find any mistakes, please tell me about them. Thnkx a lot
E.
1 minute ago
Oh, i know this is nothing like the traditional reflective essya, but i wanted to try out something that had a bigger impact...and was easier and more pleasant to read....
Have a good day
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10 minutes ago
Its like a reflection on literature...i need critics and oponions plz this is for english class!!
Now, as you read, you enter a new world and escape from your reality and your life. You are no longer you, and most importantly, you are not longer in that life of yours. You leave everything behind as you merge with the story. You abandon an empty flat, and the lonely people surrounding it. You dispose an empty life of non-actions and all the feelings bound to it. You are now in a different life, and that is fun. You remember one, nay, two reasons why you used to read it so much. It was a relief to abandon your life for a while, and you had plenty of fun when you did. Furthermore, you could become anyone and live anything. You exchanged a few dull hours for days and months of experiences and adventures that would had been impossible in the real life. Unfortunately, even Bastian had to leave Fantastica, so you were obliged to come back to the real life with a need for more.
But that wasn’t all. If it were just that, the experience of reading that book would have been equivalent to that of being on drugs. That book had been much more than an experience. It had transmitted zillions of ideas to you, and within laid many more. That book had taught you, had discussed with you. That book had opened a thousand doors, each to a different place and time. Each page had been a new lesson, a new discovery, a new mystery; and you had accepted it all. And now, you read each page again and find even more facts and lessons, you discover new places and cultures; you meet people and learn ideas, opinions and facts. You know that a book can teach you much more than Sophie’s world. You know that all those facts are important, but still, that is not the reason why you keep reading. There is something else, something more important for you in that book.
You continue reading. You realize that you feel identified with a character. You used to feel identified with another character before. That means one thing: you have changed. You don’t worry about it; you know people and their moods change all the time. You keep reading, and you pay particular attention to that character with whom you feel identified. What he is living is similar to what you are living. What he feels is similar to how you feel. You remember the feelings a book is capable of provoking; feelings much more powerful than the guilt Claudius felt after watching a play. Your problems are similar to the character’s problems. You realize you are looking in his actions for clues and advices you can apply to your own life. And eventually, you find some. This connection keeps you reading, but it is not the important thing you were looking for.
You turn a page once more. You don’t know how long you’ve been reading for. You realize you don’t even know how much you’ve read. But, in the end, you don’t care, so you just keep reading. One idea pops into your head. That book is much more than the reality you are living. That book goes beyond reality, it takes you to never-never land. The events there might never happen. Still and all, those events that will never happen are the ones that shape your life, the ones that inspire you, the ones that enrich and complement your life. You keep reading as if you were dreaming, letting yourself go. But you realize that comparison is silly, as reading is exploring other’s dreams, and even your own. You keep reading, but still, this is not the reason you were looking for.
You turn the page, and discover you are nearly done with that book. Suddenly, it hits you in the face. You like that book for a reason that involves all the other reasons you thought about before. You like that book because it helps you understand people and their actions. When you read a book, you are not stepping into the character’s shoes; you are stepping into the character’s life and soul. When you read, you merge with the character and live their life along them. And once you live their life, you are able to understand the motives for their actions, their thought, and their way of being. And you keep reading your book, and, as you do, you become more respectful and tolerant because you are capable of understanding others a little bit more. In addition, you learn to forgive and learn everyone has their own unique way of seeing things. But, above all, you grow as person and as a living being. You finish that book, but you have accomplished two things more: you understand the world (a little more) and you have grown. You return that book to the corner of the bookshelf, but you are certain you will be reading that book again.
PLZ be sincere and tell me your comments and opinions and why you think that way. If you find any mistakes, please tell me about them. Thnkx a lot
E.1 minute ago
Oh, i know this is nothing like the traditional reflective essya, but i wanted to try out something that had a bigger impact...and was easier and more pleasant to read....
Have a good day
0 seconds ago
10 minutes ago
Its like a reflection on literature...i need critics and oponions plz this is for english class!!