We’re doing a novel study in TALONS right now, and we have the option of choosing a novel, album or movie. Me personally, I love to read. As much as I enjoy watching a good movie, or listening to my iPod, there’s nothing quite like the feeling of tearing through a good novel. To me, books are a sacred thing. Albums and movies are for entertainment, books are for knowledge. Knowledge about the world, knowledge about others, but most importantly, knowledge about yourself. Things like what kind of books you read, or who the main characters are, gives you a sense of identity. For example, I like reading fantasy, or action. So I’m a dreamer, yet I love to make things happen. I want to believe in miracles, yet I also delight in things I create with my bare hands. Books are a way to discover yourself.
This year, I chose Life of Pi to read. I’ve already read this book a couple times, and each time, it never ceases to amaze me. The first time I read, I tried to get through it as fast as I could, at the beginning, because I found it boring, and at the end, because I couldn’t wait to find out what happened. The last few times I’ve read it, I’ve read it a lot slower, trying to pick up on the various themes of the book. Each time, I feel like it’s an onion. I’ve peeled away a layer of meaning, yet there’s always one more underneath. I think what makes this book so intriguing, is that it has a wild plot, yet something about it is so realistic that you have to wonder whether there is a grain of truth hidden inside there. Margaret Atwood said it beautifully:
it’s a finely twisted length of yarn – yarn implying a far-fetched story you can’t quite swallow whole, but can’t dismiss outright
For me, I alternate between believing, and denying. For me, I want to believe that adventures like this really do happen, yet I’ve grown up in a world of skepticism and liars, where even the most clean people can have dirty histories.
I think that what draws me to this book is the wonderful lifestyle this boy leads. To basically live in a zoo, where
my alarm clock during my childhood was a pride of lions. Breakfast was punctuated by the shrieks and cries of howler monkeys, kill mynahs, and Moluccan cockatoos. I left for school under the benevolent gaze not only of Mother but also of bright-eyed otters and burly American bison and stretching and yawning orangutans.
It’s every boy’s dream, to be surrounded by animals every day, where each moment can bring something unexpected. I started off by saying that I loved fantasy and action books, and I’ll end by saying the same. The reason why I enjoy Life of Pi so much is because it’s my type of book. A little bit of fantasy and imagination mixed together with a ton of adventure, all to produce a fantastic book.