I am working on several blog posts at the moment in a sudden flurry of thoughts. I hope this is a sign that spring is coming; I am always more and more creative as it approaches.
First up I will be talking about my favorite Sherlock Holmes story, then I am going to post a review of The Young Victoria and a re-review of Pride and Prejudice 2005. After I get done with those posts I might be talking about Hamlet. The dreaded essay I worked so hard on is far enough in the past now; I can finally think about Hamlet without getting a headache.
As always, if you have any suggestions for future posts you are welcome to let me know in the comments.
So, for my "Intro to Fiction" class today we were reading a story called The Open Boat by Stephen Crane. You can read it here.
I really liked the story. The writing style was unique and interesting and it had good descriptions. It reminded me of something by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, with maybe a hint of Jane Austen's wit.
The teacher started out by asking who didn't like the story. Several people raised their hands and explained that is was boring and it was all the same.
Then he asked us if anyone did like the story. I raised my hand enthusiastically. He laughed. Mine was the only hand in the air. I was the only person in the entire class who liked the story. It was a little embarrassing.