I have learned over the course of this year that I like reading more than I wish to admit. Most people in our grade hate reading so others, like myself, tend to agree even if it is not true. I think I am similar to the way I was reading at the beginning of the year (this is irrelevant but beginning is such a strange word with the double n in the middle). What has surprised me though, is what I think about when I am reading.
At the beginning (there it is again) of the year, I would read a book and only see the plot. A great example is that when I was in 7th grade, I read The Catcher in the Rye. My sister was in 10th grade at the time and was reading it too. One time we were talking about it and she kept pointing out things like symbolism and hidden meanings that I had never noticed. Now ever time I read I keep thinking of these things. Just like in Macbeth, when I see cesuras I think to myself, " Oh look, a cesura." I would have never done something like that before.
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