The Worn Cover Poem

Beautiful imagery laced amidst a wondrous storyline, accompanied by memorable and lovable characters are all elements pertaining to enjoyable works of fiction. Tales that keep one up late into the night forever reading just “one more page” forever propelling the intrinsic imagination for a novel enthusiast. Yet, at times there are deeper meanings hidden between the lines. Symbols, analogies, and latent parallels all connecting to real life events and situations being portrayed by the author. Using literary theory can bring a more profound understanding of the reading material at hand, as well as unique insight as to what the author was feeling or intending to portray at the time of writing.

The main characters of “The Quest of the Silver Fleece” and the speaker of “Home” feels very initial that each character’s feeling change over time.

In this world everyone will lose someone. Maybe it ws important to you, maybe not. In two texts" if he wekes in your arms" and "waiting man" are talking about the protagnist most important thing lose. Reader think the story's experience is greater lose. Both of texts are lose important things, but the story's protagnist lose his internet girlfriend no prepare.

With the same attitude as before, the book clerk points to the new book section in the back. Aiden grabs my hand and walks me over to the new book section and sits me at the small wooden table. He once again takes out his journal. Finally, after patient waiting I was about to hear his most loved words. The words that are collected into my hungry heart, always keeping me yearning for

A true representation of every aspect of a teenage life that captures your emotions and releases them all at the same time at the end of the story. I need to try and convey to you what it was that created a connection between this book I made because it is something I’ve never been through before. It's agonizing, it's charming and it's utterly thrilling.

My lungs filled with oxygen as I drew in a deep breath. I gently closed the book in front of me as my eyes slowly refocused on my surroundings. I felt like I had been drowning for hours and could just now come up for air. Except I didn’t want to. The water that had confined me flowed from a completely different world which I had no desire to leave. I could imagine myself as a part of that world’s adventures and playing a role in the story’s unfolding. A connection had formed between me and the characters, as if I had stood with them and their experiences had become my own. In the moments while I read, nothing had the ability to distract me from their struggles and their triumphs. In chunks their world consumed my time, my emotion, and my thinking.

The marvellous thing about stories and books is the ability to travel to different places in this universe, fictional or not, without leaving the comfort of your bedroom. The musk of the brand-new or worn-out book is something I have come to enjoy. But in the action of reading, I love turning the page. The rough, sometimes soft, edge of the brittle page holds the secrets of the character on its face and hides many more behind it. What will happen next? What will this character do? Turn the page. Suddenly the secrets, thoughts, actions, pour out of the page and engulf your mind with feelings that only the reader of those words can feel.

Have you ever heard about the saying, ‘Never judge a book by it’s cover’? This theme is similar-except the characters slowly reveal their true nature that no one ever even knew. In this chapter, I will talk about the theme, which is ‘No one is exactly who they seem to be ’, and how it affects three characters-Persis Blake, Justen Helo, and Vania Aldred. They each have their own secrets that they hide from the world, and sometimes, even themselves. First of all, there is Vania Aldred.

I had to realize that my hair was not the shimmering rays of the sun,

Brown's covers scream of mystery stories and seductive main characters inside a book. They are everything but boring; fairy tales for the grown-ups. They are colourful, dappled, and provocative. They are filled with picture perfect naked or scantily clothed women, bleeding corpses, big heavy guns and many promises of its obscene inner content.

It had never occurred to me before that a story was more than its plot, or that anyone would ask me “Why did the author write that way?” instead of “What did the author write?”. The question of intention recreated me as a reader. I used to think that I was so important I might as well have invented the words in a story as I read them, but in reality, every page in a book is a result of conscious choices made by the author. Once I understood this, the idea of a book changed for me. Eighth grade was the first time I made distinctions between things that I had read and stories that were important to me. This process became the foundation of the type of reader I continue to be today, consequently, introspection, rather than attention, is the center of my reading experience.

Reading allows us to transport ourselves to different realms. Through reading, we are able to experience a city of emeralds or a wonderland of nutty characters. These far-off worlds pull us away from our daily lives and initatite one’s yearn for these fantasy worlds. Those wants force our mind to comprehend what we are reading. This assists our brain to develop new ideas or other possibilities, sparking our imagination. New ideas, like those, are capable of revolutionizing our world; because once we experience these worlds, we are never content with our own. As we become lost in a book, this immersement stimulates and makes the human mind desire the impossible. Without books, humans would have never questioned or imagined anything greater than what we have.

Literature, a body of written works, is something that I sometimes find myself leisurely immersing in. It allows for the limitations of my own ordinary situations to be seized momentarily whilst I let mind be free and my own imagination wander. The pursuit of self-discovery is present within many forms of literature and can be told through plots and central characters. I often discover new societal universal longings that arise from the novels pages which encourages me to reflect on my own sense of self. The unique interpretations and individual thoughts made by readers allows for a diverse range of reactions to literature. It allows for the words on a page to transform from still words, into a journey of personal expedition, where individuals deepen their connections to the characters as well venturing on a self-discovery expedition. I can relate with F. Scott Fitzgerald’s claim that “you discover that your longings are universal longings, that you’re not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong”. I have recently read both a novel, The light between oceans by M.L Stedman, and a memoir, Reckoning by Magda Szubanski, that have allowed me to reflect upon my own sense of self and question my own societal universal longings.

Unlike the predisposition humans have for language, reading and writing is a learned skill that only our species possess. The written word has the ability to convey messages from one person’s thoughts to another’s. In doing so, each person reads the work with their own theory of mind, giving them an experience specific to them. The individual interpretations of literature make it so that universally one can relate to characters, thus allowing people to connect and care. Whether it be an adopted child who hears a voice or a man who wants to prove something to himself, characterization of realistic people in unrealistic situations grants engaging circumstances for the reader.

Furthermore, in the development of creative writing pieces, these story concepts can occasionally take on a life of their own. The conclusion, or end, of the piece, may be a surprise, as writers find themselves dragged along in the adventures of their characters without realization. What may be written when facing the dreaded blank pages becomes a daily sphere of anticipation. In fact, building the labyrinth of words filled with twists and turns that is called, in literary terms, the