This was a re-read, but this time… in French! Yes, I’m taking an intensive course in this language and need any help I can get. I chose this one for aThis was a re-read, but this time… in French! Yes, I’m taking an intensive course in this language and need any help I can get. I chose this one for a start because it’s one of my favorite books ever and it was originally written in French (I tend to prefer originals than translations, for obvious reasons). It was already a bit of a challenge, although it is intended for children, but I do believe in baby steps and perseverance, I’m reliving my difficulties while reading in English for the first time. What can I say about this? It is a guide for friendships and human relationships in general and that’s why I think every one should read it at a tender age, even if, like me, it takes you several reads to perfectly understand every single sentence. I’ll carry these messages with me, through life.
As far as ratings go, this one was a hard one to give. Of course, I could dispute that I shouldn’t be giving them anyway, since different genres oughtAs far as ratings go, this one was a hard one to give. Of course, I could dispute that I shouldn’t be giving them anyway, since different genres ought to be evaluated differently and you can’t establish proper criteria for a fair rating system, but let’s be honest - we live in a rating system. People perhaps shouldn’t ever be compared either, but our social and professional hierarchy impels us to do so all the time based on random criteria, every single day of our lives. But I digress… I do understand why Sylvia didn’t consider this as a “serious” work compared to her multiple poetry books. It is not exceptionally well-written, it’s not that innovative and it will always be haunted by the question – would it be a classic if its publication didn’t follow the author’s suicide? The awkwardly good thing about this book is that it doesn’t need to be preceded by tragedy for people to know it is real. People around the world (mostly women in their 20s, I’m sure) have perceived through this work how imperceptible it can be to be pulled to the irresistible void. And that and solely that, in itself, is a service to Humanity in the name of the fight against the stigmatization of mental illnesses.
If, like me, you’ve postponed reading this classic because you felt like there were enough adaptations to fill in the blanks of the story for you… pleIf, like me, you’ve postponed reading this classic because you felt like there were enough adaptations to fill in the blanks of the story for you… please, don’t be so well deceived. It’s true that this is part of our collective western imagination, but nonetheless it’s a delightful read, in which you run through beautifully written letters that keep up with the suspense of the story, while they unravel bits of pieces of the plot. Don’t let pop culture tell you the story, go the distance and read the original penned by the (very talented) Mary Shelley. It’s not just a gorgeous writing though, in this age of development of genetic engineering and bio-terrorism, pausing to explore what makes us human, where do our responsabilities lie and how far do they reach and whether Nature should ou could be tampered with is recommended, if not crucial.
The first classic of the year was a bit of a random choice, but a happy one. This represents a clash of social status and a fair cry for the rights ofThe first classic of the year was a bit of a random choice, but a happy one. This represents a clash of social status and a fair cry for the rights of the working force at the time. Its most gauding feature, though, is the passion that breathes through the main characters in their moral dilemmas and their firm beliefs. The description of both different geographical points is so thorough and overwhelming you can almost feel the cold and inhale the smoke at the mill. With all these ingredients, Gaskell wove a memorable romance that BBC has adapted to a charming TV series, which I absolutely recommend (and need to re-watch).