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Well, I do not know what to blog about considering the fact that I was only in class for one day this week. So… sorry if this post is not up to par. I really want to grow as a writer this semester. I mean I believe that I am a decent writer, but my formal writing style needs some attention. Also, I need to figure out a way to annotate without only focusing on annotating because oftentimes I get distracted with making sure I have enough annotations, which, ends up hurting me rather than helping me.

Over the break I read White Oleander written by Janet Fitch for the 345938096^th time and each time I fall in love with it more. The story is about a mother and a daughter who face the world fearlessly, until the mother, Ingrid, murders her boyfriend. Her daughter Astrid, is left moving in and out of several foster homes throughout her high school life. At first she is lost because she and her mother were used to doing everything together. I fell in love with this novel because it highlights the several problems certain families face and loneliness, as well as the human condition. I love Fitch’s writing style it’s really poetic and makes you think. I love authors who write like that. One of her favorite writers is Edgar Allen Poe. I thought that was interesting because she writes like he does and so does the poet in the novel, Ingrid. Like many authors, Janet Fitch put a little bit of herself in her characters. The poet is the character that reflects Fitch’s personality the most obviously. They both value literature. They both are writers.

Last month I read this book seriously like five times. I had to rip it up and make art out of it so I would not read it again. Then I bought another one. Yikes! Basically, this is me asking me for new books to read. Books about anything would be nice. I don’t even care anymore. I just want to read anything but White Oleander again. I get attached to certain books and have no way of growing unattached until I read another book that is equally touching. It’s become a problem. J Grr. I’m such a nerd. Thanks Ms Clinch. Oh well, I love being an AP Lit nerd. It has become very rewarding. Plus, our class is so great.