The Idea of an Essay, Volume 3

32 The Idea of an Essay: Volume 3 into EdithWharton. I think you’d like her style of writing, especially the Age of Innocence.” “Not a Christian Zombie Adventure?” “You’re hilarious, but no.” Turning to rest his eyes on his students, he boomed, “Alright, Ladies and Gents! Time for the FUN-damentals of Literature!” Various groans rose throughout the room. He rose from his computer chair and walked to his wooden podium at the front of the room. “Seriously, Midder!” scoffs Amy, as she adjusts herself in her seat. “Well with that charming commentary, we’ll begin, Ladies and Germs. Turn to page 184. Now…” His voice grew faint as you take a seat and begin to examine the rest of the room. A large rectangle of green chalkboard takes up much of the wall; it’s covered in diagrammed sentences and has a few Star Wars magnets in the bottom right corner. On an overflowing bookshelf, a rather large Superman action figure stands proudly among a few pictures and a Chewbacca bobble head. Edith Wharton, you watched the clock overhead tick the minutes away, could be interesting. Putting your chin in your hand, you let your eyes slide shut as Mr. Scally starts talking about grammatical structure or something like that. Think back to all the places you visited in my memories. You were never alone; you were always around people. Weird how even though literary pursuits don’t require multiple people, they can be enjoyed by many at the same time and be shared from one person to another. The people around me have loved books and in loving them, their love for books has shaped me into the woman I am today. The people I love and care about have taught me to read whether they knew it or not. Books intertwine people together and that is a very beautiful thing.