Random Note: I was writing this post by hand on paper first as a draft, and I noticed my handwriting got neater~~ (ﾉ◉ヮ◉)ﾉ
After two weeks of not reading novels that excites me or interests me, I've decided to read essays. It's a weird choice for a high school student to read essays, but I never was a "normal" high school student in the first place.
What interests me right now is "rhetoric". How people achieve certain effects, and why. What is their purpose in writing? How do they achieve it? These are the questions that interest me, not some drawn out story about romance or some empty plot book.
For me to like something, first and foremost, the subject has to be interesting to me. When I was assigned Henry David Thoreau's "Through the Woods" to read, I felt so bored. So very, very bored. My face resembled a junior in high school that pulled two all-nighters. That's how bad it was for me. Thoreau is a good writer (though some can argue otherwise) but reading about nature is so boring, especially when the essay spans 18+ pages.
I decided to read The Language of the Composition (Bedford/St. Martin's) and the section that interested me the most was "Language". For me, language plays a big role in my life. I'm bilingual, and I'm learning a third language in school. Language for me, plays a part in my identity, my culture, and shapes my view of the world. I learned Chinese first, and it's a language that I hold dear to my heart. There are things that I associate with Chinese-home, comfort, warmth. That's not to say U don't feel these things towards English, but it's what first comes to mind. With English, I think: new culture, school, friends, and teachers. I've lived in the United states for most of my life, so it's not really "new" to me, but, English remains the second language that I learned, so a part of me will always consider it as "new". I communicate with mostly everyone in English, and English is a language that I use outside of home. It's weird, but it's the language that I'm most fluent in as I can write, talk and speak without really thinking about it, but with Chinese, I sometimes have to pause and think. However, Chinese remains close to my heart, more than English, because it's the language that I use with my family. The third language, I associate with school and confusion, mainly because of my tendency to forget conjugations and tense forms.
So... I've finally rediscovered my interests. I everything works out with my schedule and my interests, you'll probably be reading about my thoughts about essays, and probably about the topics of the essays. Fun, isn't it? (I don't know if I'm supposed to be excited or worried... That's not a good sign, is it?)
P.S Regarding the posts relating to fashion and magazines, I probably still will keep blogging them because they remain an interest, but I'm hoping to cut down on them since I want to keep this blog focused on literature... But we'll see... Maybe it could be an art blog... A very, very general art blog.. Hmm...