Everyone says that TV has gone downhill and there’s never anything on. There’s Netflix and Netflix has some good stuff, but pretty soon you’ve watched all six seasons of How I Met Your Mother, all 8 seasons of Family Guy, all 5 seasons of American Dad… Well, you’ve watched a lot… But then what. Then you can watch something you’ve already seen before, or you could sorta watch a show that’s sorta good, but you really are just playing Clash of Clans and wasting energy since the TV is on. But what I decided to do, was read. You see, I never used to read because it wasn’t relevant to me. There are no fairies or goblins so why would I read about them when I am a person with such limited imagination. And books about “problems” give me a break. A ten year old with problems, like that means anything. I guess mom didn’t give me the right color of Capri-sun today, gosh I have problems. But this year, I sorta do relate to books. Not me personally, because in English we’re reading about the 1900s, but like, indirectly – Through Euro. The other day, I read Animal Farm and it was fun for me because at the same time we were learning about Stalin in Euro and throughout the story I would point out to myself the real life parallels.
It was weird, I read Animal Farm and it wasn’t even assigned to me. I think that probably added to why I enjoyed it so much. I mean, there’s nothing really particularly interesting about the book, but it made me happy none the less. And as soon as I was done with it, I started reading Paper Towns. I think that my view on reading was completely wrong. Now I hope that I’ll be able to read at least a book a week – I probably won’t reach this until summer, but that’s okay. I have a lot of books to read to catch up to everyone else.