How To Read Anne Of Green Gables

The first moment I had learned our prospective reading assignments, I felt a shadow of doubt intruding on that little cloud of confidence somewhere in my mind. Every year of my high school career, an English teacher has so wholeheartedly and enthusiastically presented a novel to the class that, to anyone who had the privilege of receiving the brunt of their excitement, that novel in particular had to be the most cathartic, astounding, metamorphic novel we could ever hope to lay eyes on. I expected each page to grace my mind with profound knowledge, enlighten with scholarly insight, entertain with the skill of a master artist and performer; and yet, each time my hopes shattered like the windows of a building in an earthquake. The entire foundation, which had been so carefully and devotedly constructed, crumbled within minutes of opening the book.

My senior year of high school felt like it would never end. College applications, financial aid, and constant school work rarely allowed me time to read the way I did in the past. With this in mind, my love of reading never died due to the words of a close friend. Written inside of a copy of J.R.R Tolkien’s The Hobbit-my favorite book- is the quote my mentor said to me the first day of high school. “Never forget the journey,” he noted, “for it is the most important part of the adventure.”

While my passion for classes and subjects has varied over the years, one topic never ceases to pique my interests. I have loved every single literature project I have worked on. While some other students were moaning about being forced to read, I was too busy being sucked into the story to hear them. The art of storytelling through literature is a subject that I will never lose my passion for. This passion had extended from my academic career into my personal life very early on. Besides my seashell collection mentioned above, my other pride and joy is my classic literature collection. Instead of reading The Hunger Games like the other students in my school, I was reading Frankenstein. In my senior year of highschool, I am able to take Advanced

I remember dedicating my life to that project, and putting everything I had into that dialectical journal to ensure that I would get the best grade I had in me. It's a slippery slope to the bottom. It's work like that which causes little lights to burn out. I remember the disappointment I felt when I received the grade everyone received--collected. And so I began to hate reading. And as I began reading less and less fantasy and more and more non-fiction and speeches and research, I didn't have the time, nor the attitude to read for fun. I knew the ropes, I knew what to look for, but the things I was reading about held no value to me. I respected the authors, and I respected the extravagant diction and syntax they had used. But I felt nothing. And all I could think was, what is a piece of writing if it doesn't make you feel anything? How do you credit it with greatness if it doesn't inspire you to become better, or leave a lasting impression on you? And so if I seem bitter, please forgive me, for I know that this is my own fault. Reading is something which can liberate us. However in some rare cases, reading, and writing become the chains that bind us. The things we prioritize become the things that cause our fears. There comes a time when you realize all of the ideas you've learned, all the opinions you’ve discovered: your teachers’, your friends’, your peers’. And suddenly you realize you

Or it stems from being forced to do unreasonable things pertaining to the book. If the people in the class where asked about what book they wanted to read, they would be more inclined, instead of being forced to read a book. Being forced to read kills the drive to read said book. In my mind that is one way to bring back the love for the purest form of literacy, reading. The other way to bring back the thirst for reading; especially me; is to read stories of people now, instead of having our kids read about someone who is our age in school. If we study people who aren’t dead, it brings with a connection the world that other dead authors didn’t have. The writer of the Scarlet Letter was not born in the time period he wrote about but even he, would be surprised at the women of our current generation. Times are no longer the same as they were then, or later, I cannot connect to that. I get bored trying to figure out what the big deal is about the charcters in the story. I cannot relate to the issues they have in my current life. Life is always changing and evolving so I believe the wirtings in school should change too, not regress into the clonial era. The colonial era should never leave the history class, unless someone can relate to, or has an interest in. As a

When reading the excerpt from Composing Inquiry, I was able to obtain numerous exceptional recommendations that I can implement while scrutinizing future scholar or leisure pieces. As the sample from this writing suggests, when beginning to read any work it is pertinent to “consider the texts in terms of our own purposes,” so that we may not only begin to grasp the context of the text before delving deeper into its intricacies, but also so that it is possible to make the information applicable to our personal lives (Marshall). Thus, despite the fact that the novel aims to focus on aiding a student in being successful in his or her critical reading tactics, the aspect of the piece that I found to be relatable was the focus on pleasure being attained through facing various challenges. The excerpt states “Does easy or familiar necessarily equate to fun or are there times when something difficult also ends up providing pleasure,” exemplifying how it is human nature to associate arduous tasks with negative connotations, when in reality to overcome such feats is often more rewarding than engagements that require less

Growing up within a family with a tremendous passion of reading, I have been captivated by books since my childhood. My father was a very good reader and I my eldest brother is a poet. I, therefore, inherited a priceless treasure of books and was surrounded by an atmosphere that highly appreciate reading. I like reading about history, religion, fiction, and poetry. Particularly, literature in all of its forms, has sparked my love of reading amd inspired me to study English as undergraduate student and now I am a graduate student, majoring in English literature at UNO.

I must say that I really do have a greater appreciation for literature now than what I did in the beginning. I came into this course expecting to have to say things about stories that I didn't really believe. For example, in "Say Yes" the gray dish water could be interpenetrated as symbolic of a gray dull uninteresting marriage. However, in my opinion the dish water was said to be gray because that’s the actual color of used dishwater. I think there were several examples of getting things out of the story that the author didn’t really intend, and that was one aspect of literature I historically didn’t care for. However, after reading stories particularly “The Swimmer” I still think this, but weather the author meant for things to be interpreted in such ways I really had a fun time trying to decode each story and trying to get my own meaning from each one. I think how good of a time I had writing stories that I got my own meaning from was surprising. I

In the book that I was assigned to read in class various lessons were learned. The book offered so many life values that enlightened my everyday of life. It taught me college essentials such as organization and the tools of the trade. When I entered college in the beginning of September I was stressed, and I did not know how to cope with the work that I would soon be confronted. I went to each of my classes dragging my feet; I was a infant amongst adults. Would I be able to adapt to the rigorous environment of college? My third day of class was a sore thumb. It stuck out and shone brightly against the monotonous days I went up against.

As I grew older, the books matured. My mother detailed the stories of Fablehaven, The Pemberwicks, and, not surprisingly, Harry Potter to my brother and me. Each has a special place in my heart; nonetheless, Anne of Green Gables is uniquely my own. This story of an out of place, red-haired girl finding her way in a

Transitioning from reading books for enjoyment to educational advancement didn’t stimulate my interest at all. I consider my reading habits pathetic for a number of reasons. The first reason is that throughout my combined seven years of junior high and high

Throw-out the years, I have been told by relatives how reading from an early age, has always been a habit for me. From children books to my grandfather’s old books. Although always encouraged by my parents to read, it was a natural essence. Most of the books have been in Spanish, being this my primary language. As I grew older, the notion of being recognized by relatives as the reader, empowered me by exceeding their expectations. Despite not knowing how to recognize the significances of certain words, my parents’ college thesis was among the books that I read.

Overall the story or Anne’s life was interesting to read and discuss. I came into class thinking this story was going to be tedious to read but, it was actually exceptional. I would want to read more about Anne and the others when they’re off to concentration camp and see her emotion towards that and how she felt seeing others suffer and die. The story had a great set of characters that were entertaining, weird and selfish, I especially like the part when they catch Mr.VanDaan stealing bread for himself and then everything goes wild and some parts of the story showed what these people would do to survive. It affected me greatly, the story had great themes to it and the right type elements like suspense, I wondered if I had to live in a small annex and sharing a room, someoine stealing food aty night, and people trying to kill you, I would go insane. One particular affect the stroy had on me was happiness, even though Anne’s life wasn’t all great she was still happy to be breathing and with a family and thats something I should do more often.

When I was sixteen year olds I discovered my favorite book, The Alchemist, by Paulo Coelho. Like every teenager, I was full of dreams and ambitions so when I read The Alchemist I felt like I was reading a story about myself. After reading the book the first time, I promised myself I would read it every ten years to remind myself of the teachings I got from it, and also to see what else I could learn from it by reading it at a different point in my life. Eager to discover what new things I would learn, I read the entire book on a train ride from Paris to Amsterdam. Although I underlined many phrases from the book, there was a particular sentence that reminded me of an even younger me discovering his dreams for the future. “If a person is living out his destiny, he knows everything he needs to know.”

One of the most important things is to constantly enrich ourselves with knowledge of the past, and future to mold our actions for the better. The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck sets the scene during the dust bowl and shows the readers the hardships of life, it's black and white view of the world truly brings forth a new level of literature that doesn’t always end with a happily ever after. Looking towards the future 1984 by George Orwell teaches readers many lessons about not accepting things the way they are and that being different is okay. Both books provide enriching literature and eye opening realizations that can not only help a student through tough times but give them the will to fight on. This makes it imperative that the students