Edit: I really like this book.... she's a 28-year old daughter of a stingy clergyman who rides her bike to and fro, and generally works to do some good for her community - even if it means massaging the legs of her old haggard neighbor, making costumes out of scraps for the church plays, and being constantly hit on by desperate, balding divorcee with 'bastard' children who ceaselessly tries to stir her away from her beliefs. The conflict is that she may not even believe in God, or does she force herself because she's a victim of habit and this is all she knows? well it doesn't really stop there, cause Orwell has to make the situation absurdly sour... so in the midst of all her charity, she loses consciousness and wakes up not knowing her identity and being banned from her old town. She ends up feeling true hunger... walking 20 miles a day with other young bums to pick barley in the fields with the gypsies, living in dingy whorehouses, then later becoming a teacher of a private school that lacks integrity (this seemed like a scene out of a R. Dahl book). All in all, it ends brilliantly, like all classics do... we find that her memory loss was caused by this sort of ignorance and poor acceptance of her fate. I guess virgins - spinsters didn't have a lot of options in those days.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
I have 20 more pages left... Orwell rules school.

Edit: I really like this book.... she's a 28-year old daughter of a stingy clergyman who rides her bike to and fro, and generally works to do some good for her community - even if it means massaging the legs of her old haggard neighbor, making costumes out of scraps for the church plays, and being constantly hit on by desperate, balding divorcee with 'bastard' children who ceaselessly tries to stir her away from her beliefs. The conflict is that she may not even believe in God, or does she force herself because she's a victim of habit and this is all she knows? well it doesn't really stop there, cause Orwell has to make the situation absurdly sour... so in the midst of all her charity, she loses consciousness and wakes up not knowing her identity and being banned from her old town. She ends up feeling true hunger... walking 20 miles a day with other young bums to pick barley in the fields with the gypsies, living in dingy whorehouses, then later becoming a teacher of a private school that lacks integrity (this seemed like a scene out of a R. Dahl book). All in all, it ends brilliantly, like all classics do... we find that her memory loss was caused by this sort of ignorance and poor acceptance of her fate. I guess virgins - spinsters didn't have a lot of options in those days.
Edit: I really like this book.... she's a 28-year old daughter of a stingy clergyman who rides her bike to and fro, and generally works to do some good for her community - even if it means massaging the legs of her old haggard neighbor, making costumes out of scraps for the church plays, and being constantly hit on by desperate, balding divorcee with 'bastard' children who ceaselessly tries to stir her away from her beliefs. The conflict is that she may not even believe in God, or does she force herself because she's a victim of habit and this is all she knows? well it doesn't really stop there, cause Orwell has to make the situation absurdly sour... so in the midst of all her charity, she loses consciousness and wakes up not knowing her identity and being banned from her old town. She ends up feeling true hunger... walking 20 miles a day with other young bums to pick barley in the fields with the gypsies, living in dingy whorehouses, then later becoming a teacher of a private school that lacks integrity (this seemed like a scene out of a R. Dahl book). All in all, it ends brilliantly, like all classics do... we find that her memory loss was caused by this sort of ignorance and poor acceptance of her fate. I guess virgins - spinsters didn't have a lot of options in those days.
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