Tuesday, January 29, 2008
A Good Man is Hard to Find
For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish but have everlasting life. John 3:16.
I hope the grandmother believed everything she said to "the misfit" about Jesus and praying because she became of victim of the reason she didn't want to vacation in Florida, although they were in Georgia. People often talk like that in order to soften up murderers when they're in that situation to save their own lives. Who really knows what the grandmother actually believed?
Saturday, January 26, 2008
A Rose For Emily
Her uncontrollable need to cling to the bodies of her deceased loved one's also seems a bit repulsive. Although you must feel sorry for her in the fact that she is a woman and didn't amount to much without her father or a husband in that time period, you can't help but think about the possibility that she may have mental problems, for keeping a dead body in your house is not exactly a normal thing to do(470). I didn't really understand why she had to murder Homer in order to keep him around either(474). Was it because he "wasn't the marrying kind" (471)? When stating that "He liked men" did that mean that he was gay or was there a deeper meaning that maybe I just didn't quite grasp (471)?
The story maintained my attention for a mere 10-15 minutes but is both challenging and time consuming for me to understand and analyze the basis for her thinking. Perhaps she did go insane like her aunt or perhaps she was just insecure with herself without a man in her life because of the time period in which she existed.
Friday, January 18, 2008
A Souvenir of Japan
Things aren't always what they seem.
Selfless or Selfish? Elegant or awkward?
Things aren't always what they seem.
Beautiful or tortured? Trashy or chic?
Thing's aren't always what they seem.
Culture and Heritage. Race and Religion.
Things are never what they seem.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
The Yellow Wallpaper
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This was a difficult story to read and yet so fun to do your best to keep up. The wording was impeccable, although I found the story to be so sad. Depicting the time going by so fast by continuously saying "a week, a month, a year" was brilliant. I never really understand symbolism or deeper meanings but I thought that was clever. I am also uncertain why they kept using song titles as regular words throughout the story but it was interesting, almost like a puzzle and I'm the one who couldn't solve it. After discussing the story with a friend I realized that I am not the only one this story nearly brought to tears, and I soon felt better. Creepy, the way the sadness lingers within after reading it, leaving a feeling of guilt and no one knows why. Perhaps this is because we know this story is commonly true. The actions and emotions expressed by the unnamed characters was worded so carefully, to get inside each reader's skin and cause their own emotion to come pouring out like beaded sweat drops, or better yet, the tears released after reading this. The layout and strange word choice reminds me of a poem. I often don't understand poems and somehow I managed to fall in love with this story. I would say this is the best story I've read in a very long time.