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Hi there.

I'm Elizabeth and I
like to write.
I wish I knew
where I was going
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There are certain truths that I live by
One. I am Eilzabethbutwhatsinaname
Two. I seek happinessbutwhatshappinesswithoutsadness
Three. I pursue self-actualizationbutwhatifidontlikewhatifind
Four. I happily owe everything to Jesus Christ, my saviour and my God. I live for You alone.

Toronto, the city

I like Toronto. I live here.
It's kind of small compared to other cities, I think. Not quite as developed. The subway coverage really sucks.
But I like Toronto. It's urban and vibrant and so diverse. I want to explore it all!

A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads lives only one

Jane Eyre
The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas
Holes
If Nobody Speaks of Remarkable Things
Le petit prince
The English Patient
The Great Gatsby


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reading is my life
Monday, January 23, 2012 || 10:29 PM

Yeah; I probably should be studying. But you know what? It's Monday. I've got the rest of my life to study.

So anyway I want to talk about my favourite favourite subject 

My favouritest hobby in the whole wide world!    
Is reading  of course! Of course of course!

I never understood why so many people hated reading, or didn't bother with it. I've always loved reading.
During kindergarten, I think, I took private phonics lessons. My tutor's name was Andrea! I still remember hahaha. So I guess what I'm saying is that I started to read before other kids.

In elementary school, I remember being assigned into reading groups; consistently being placed in the highest level reading group was an endless source of pride for me. I thought I was better than everyone else because I could read "better" than they could. 

In Grade 5, though, for some strange reason I was placed in merely the second highest reading group. Technically, the teacher never told us the levels... but we all knew. Well, that is, except for me. I was so used to being in the highest level group that I stubbornly insisted and argued that Bridge to Terabithia took a higher level of reading comprehension than The Giver.

Authors that I loved during this period of my life include: Louis Sachar, Eric Walters, Kenneth Oppel, Cornelia Funke, and more that I've forgotten :) I also loved reading the Silver Birch and Red Maple books (though admittedly, the Red Maple books seemed to have gotten worse and worse.. but that's just my opinion)
I still would read any book that Louis Sachar publishes now, though.

Then Grade 8 rolls around. Something that I will never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever understand even if I live to be a thousand, is how I ever could have possibly landed myself in the second to lowest reading group. My teacher was obviously a lunatic. >:(
Perhaps this was what drove me then to choose to read Frankenstein for my independent study. And later on that same year, 1984. These books I think were wasted on me. In my eagerness to redeem myself (and patch up my pride), I completely overestimated myself. I heaved through Frankenstein with so much difficulty; it was seriously the most boring book I'd ever read. 1984 was even worse for me. Yeah, it was a bit easier to understand than Frankenstein (as its language was more modern), but the themes were also much too complex for my tiny eighth grade mind to absorb; on top of that, it was another ISU.
Sometime in my life, I will make it a point to reread these books.

It was also around this time (Grade 8 year) that I started my "I must be well-read" phase in life. Since reading was (and still is) such a point of pride for me, I'd felt as if I needed to read all classic/famous literature there was. Then, when people asked (which they never did... sad face) if I'd read [insert famous book here], I could answer with a yes. Anyway, I suppose I just wanted to be impressive.
I think the first book I started with was Pride and Prejudice (such follower I was). This was a struggle for my Grade 8 self; I kept a dictionary with me while I read this book and of course, I still didn't really understand everything that was happening... so this "frontrunner of all romantic prose" fell rather short with me. (Oh how proud I am to say that I've read this book twice since then and that I do really like it ) Even after this experience with Pride and Prejudice, I just had to go on and read Sense and Sensibility. Honestly, though, that book was an even worse experience for me.
Well anyway, I believe it was then that I started to read Sherlock Holmes. This should be Grade 9. Now, Sherlock Holmes, written almost a century after Jane Austen's works, I could take. In fact, I thoroughly enjoyed reading all the Sherlock Holmes stories and was soooo devastated when he "died".

So my um "well-read" phase has not entirely passed. Haha, but it has sort of died down a little bit. But I'm still really proud when it comes to reading. I'm too proud to browse the teen section anymore. And honestly, even though the climax of my "well-read" phase was really sort of superficial, I am proud of it. I have read many many famous books! >:D

I'm sure everyone wants to know my favourite books. There's no sarcasm there, boys and girls, honest!
Anyway
I really like The Hunger Games of course... The Name of the Wind, Jane Eyre , Eragon,
Honourable Mentions: Chicken Soup series, A Series of Unfortunate Events, Holes 

And the king of them all, the book that holds the deepest spot in my heart of course belongs to Harry Potter. There is no doubt :)
The depth of the story combined with the absolute beauty [AND HUMOUR AND WITTINESS AND ELEGANCE AND CLEVERNESS AND OH MY GOSH I COULD DIE] of Joanne's (YEAH THAT'S RIGHT, I'm calling her by her first name because because because I ... love her :')) writing style that is so uniquely hers... is enough to capture anybody's heart.
I feel like every time I read the books, I learn something new. Not only in terms of the story... but in terms of language. I love Harry Potter so much so that I cannot even begin to describe - oh my goodness, excuse me, I seem to be tearing up. Ahem.

But what I'm trying to say is..
Reading is my life.

Yes, ok I do realize I'm a bit nerdy in this aspect.

This has been a thoroughly boring post.  No wonder everyone hates reading.