Have you ever realized that your appreciation for particular things can increase as you get older? Perhaps this has to do with maturity (although I have none). Maybe it’s in the change of taste and interest (although mine were cemented since I was a toddler, and they have yet to change – go Superman! 😉 ) It definitely can’t be my patience level – patience, that is, to be able to sit down and read a dry, boring book.
If you haven’t clued in yet (some people are so SLOW to catch on), I’m talking about books that one may have read when one was younger – mid teenage years, around 15/16 – and at that particular time, said person may have hated that book. Well, that said person is me – go figure – and that said book is Great Expectations by Charles Dickens.
I first read this book for a book report in Grade 10. We had the option to choose whichever book we wanted and, for some unknown reason, I decided it would be a great idea to choose this one. I probably did it in a move to impress the teacher because I was reading such an ‘elevated’ work, blah, blah, blah… (and I did get like 95% or something – but that is beside the point).
Anyways, I was 15 or 16 at the time and I HATED this book. I thought it was so boring and so awful, that I’d never read anything WORSE – except, dare I say it, Margaret Atwood… 😉
I was so negative of this book for so long…until, a few months ago, something changed. It was like I hit a brick wall or something, shook my head to wake up from the impact and realized that maybe I was being too hard on the book. I realized that there were parts in the book that I actually enjoyed.
I guess my dislike for school projects overtook my ability to appreciate what I was reading (which might be why I’m not a fan of Shakespeare, or Ender’s Game, or Death of a Salesman). So, for the last few months I’ve been letting my new-found ideas of Great Expectations marinade in my head, until I decided to give it another try. While I’ve only read the first chapter – and won’t get around to reading much more until after my finals this month – I was surprised at how much I was enjoying what I read. I look forward to reading it this summer, without any prejudice, preconceived notions or judgments.
Moral of the story: give something a chance, and don’t let your bitterness and negativity ruin anything for you. Also, try something you don’t normally; read something you wouldn’t normally read. You might be surprised what you find.
Thanks for reading!