In all honesty, I can’t even remember the last time I read a full book. College has been packing me with so much work to fill my spare time that I have none left for myself. In English I’m studying In Cold Blood by Truman Capote and The True History Of The Kelly Gang by Peter Carey, and I haven’t even found a wedge of time for those! I only managed to get through a mock exam two weeks ago by studying partial extracts thanks to the excess work given by Drama, Art and Photography. I’m not a machine, I can’t constantly work, leaving barely any time to do anything less educational. Books that were bought for me for Christmas sit gathering dust on the edge of my bookshelf, completely neglected. I went on a trip to London for a couple days with college mid-December and managed to re-read The Northern Lights which was a nice refreshing knock to my imagination. I barely read anything else over the Christmas holiday, although I started to read Great Expectations after falling in love with the BBC Adaptation not that long ago. I did dive into the world of Jane Austen when reading Sense And Sensibility at one point a couple of months ago which was quite a change from the modern tales I’m used to, rather than the lack of classical literature I’ve been exposed.
My love of the Lord of the Rings Trilogy and recent release of The Hobbit, and the encouragement of a friend, has pushed me into buying the books after months of promising myself I would jump straight into them, but it sits there amongst my neglected pile of books.
Alongside J.R.R Tolkien’s wonderous writing is Little Women by Louisa Alcott, One Shot by Lee Child (after adoring the beautiful Tom Cruise’s performance in Jack Reacher I couldn’t resist buying it), Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte (which I absolutely loved the first time reading it a few years ago) and a few others that I’ve purchased impulsively. Some girls buy shoes, I buy books.