In preparation for starting university next month, I’ve bought the prescribed books for my unit on literature and society.
God must have a sense of humour, because one of those mandatory bad boys is Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte. For those familiar with this blog, you’ll know that I’ve been struggling to read that book for the past five years; in the past year and a half it’s been mentioned in nine blog posts, each time declaring the struggle is real. (Here is one example.)
A few months ago I officially gave up on Wuthering Heights; I didn’t understand a word past chapter five and not much before then, either. It now sits on my bookcase, tucked in between beauties I’ve reread ten times, mocking me.
Still, reading it with a purpose and assessment information should help me get through. It is exciting to read books that I might not have without the university; I’m particularly looking forward to my unit on Children’s Books, which I’ll be taking in Trimester 3 (starting in November) this year.
The other two prescribed texts for Trimester Two (starting next month) are Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad and Things Fall Apart by Chinua Achebe.
It’s a weird thought, but I have no idea how many books I’ll read outside of uni. Because I’m studying literature, will my inclination to read in my free time dwindle?
I received two books for my birthday, and whilst I don’t want to force anything, it would be nice to finish those before uni starts, kind of like a ‘last meal’. Only not so morbid or tragic.
On that note, it might be time to continue reading. Happy Tuesday!