Saturday, April 04, 2009
I finally read Jane Eyre after several friends mentioned it was a favorite. I really enjoyed it, but now I'm lost. I had spent every minute I could reading a few more pages, the compelling story engaging me to keep reading. Now that I'm finished, there is an emptiness to the day. I don't have the book helping me to get my work done quickly so I can sit and read.
It is always a bit of a let down when I finish a book. For however many days, I've been stealing time to read and find out what happens. With the last page, I know what happens, the story is ended, but I'm still "living" the story. I need to have time to unwind from this book, be able to get back to "normal" life, before I can think about starting a new story. And I often have to begin a different genre of book in order to help me expect something different.
Even though my mind still contemplates Jane's life, thoughts, and mannerism's, I forced myself to get another book to read; Free to Choose by Milton and Rose Friedman. Hopefully I'll be able to free my mind from Bronte's work long enough to delve in to Friedman and get lost in his analysis of economics and freedom.
Oh and I can't wait for summer when most of our school work is done and I can read and read and read and read and read.