Day 09 – A book you thought you wouldn’t like but ended up loving
I was hardly ever a fan of the books we read in school. I liked some of them, hated others, but a lot of that had to do with the fact that we had to rip these books apart for symbolism and theme analysis.
When I studied The Catcher in the Rye, I was relatively indifferent to it. I didn’t detest it the way I did Jane Eyre, but there wasn’t anything that fully sparked any lasting adoration. Then, about eight or nine years ago, I found my old copy. It had made the trip back from San Francisco and the French American International School back to England, kept in an old suitcase I’d not unpacked until that point, despite the fact it was at least three years since I’d left the US. It still had the drawings along the edge of the book, where I’d squeezed the pages shut to draw in marker pen while bored in class. It had highlighted sections throughout the first half, less in the second half where I’d lost interest. But, even with all those imperfections across the pages, I started reading.
I didn’t expect to love it. I thought I’d be as indifferent to it as I had the first time. Instead, I found myself drawn deeper in and reading it in a single sitting. I loved it.
I promptly dug out all my old school books and read them again.
Yes, I still hate Jane Eyre.