Being a novice in readership, I began my search for a book – a linguistic companion – that suited genres with what I regarded beforehand as my interests. I sought for books generally pertaining to the adventure genre, but failed to catch on interest after a few failed attempts. Adventure novels didn’t seem to enthral me at all. I looked into other books, reading quarter to half-way, perpetually discovering that I fell asleep doing so. They always lost that spark they would beckon close to the early climaxes. I had shortly lost hope for finding a decent companion. I hunted for something I would find sufficient for this assignment; however what I found managed to rekindle my interests. I stumbled upon a critically-acclaimed historical fiction novel called “The Blind Assassin,” written by Margaret Atwood - an author my brother suggested, who is quite the reading connoisseur. I experienced a strong affinity to this book based on its title, having to do with assassins that were blind. It made no sense to me that an assassin, a master of the art of the night, and using enhanced visual and auditory senses to eliminate for a virtuous cause, could be blind. Could it be that the author meant it figuratively? Could it be that the assassin in question was blind in veracity, or blinded by vice. My curiosity grew by this semi-paradox beforehand, and I began ravenously eating away at this book. As I continued to explore the dark caverns of this novel, my interest grew exponentially. The story started off with a dark and eccentric start. The main character’s sister dies ominously in a car accident. It left me perplexed as I pieced together the invariable answer to the question, “why?” Right when I was on the verge of comprehension, the book revealed its most interesting aspect – it was split into multiple narratives that all slowly revealed the same truth. This book may be painfully slow in terms of pacing, but I found that I could not stop reading it as I began to become more and more confounded yet piqued in fascination whilst travelling deeper into its darker catacombs.
*Sorry for a lack of indentation. I cannot make paragraphs on this website.
I hunted for something I would find sufficient for this assignment; however what I found managed to rekindle my interests. I stumbled upon a critically-acclaimed historical fiction novel called “The Blind Assassin,” written by Margaret Atwood - an author my brother suggested, who is quite the reading connoisseur. I experienced a strong affinity to this book based on its title, having to do with assassins that were blind. It made no sense to me that an assassin, a master of the art of the night, and using enhanced visual and auditory senses to eliminate for a virtuous cause, could be blind. Could it be that the author meant it figuratively? Could it be that the assassin in question was blind in veracity, or blinded by vice. My curiosity grew by this semi-paradox beforehand, and I began ravenously eating away at this book.
As I continued to explore the dark caverns of this novel, my interest grew exponentially. The story started off with a dark and eccentric start. The main character’s sister dies ominously in a car accident. It left me perplexed as I pieced together the invariable answer to the question, “why?” Right when I was on the verge of comprehension, the book revealed its most interesting aspect – it was split into multiple narratives that all slowly revealed the same truth. This book may be painfully slow in terms of pacing, but I found that I could not stop reading it as I began to become more and more confounded yet piqued in fascination whilst travelling deeper into its darker catacombs.
*Sorry for a lack of indentation. I cannot make paragraphs on this website.