When I read out-loud words tend to take on a different meaning. Have you ever noticed that characters in a book will become more enthusiastic or have more feeling? My children even like to hear a goofy accent. My point is that when you volunteer to read to a group of kids at a library or a school to make it fun. Make it enjoyable. Too many times I have heard adults read a book to children and pretty much put them to sleep. Not too many children want to hear a story that is boring. Every story (at least in theory) should be fun. It should be read with feeling. Go volunteer at a school, library or bookstore and read, read, read!
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Reading Out-loud
Posted in Reading, tagged children's books, enjoyable, reading on May 31, 2012| Leave a Comment »
Authors With Depth
Posted in Literary works, Reading, Writing, tagged Arts, Book, entertaining, Henry David Thoreau, Into The Wild, Jon Krakauer, literature, reading, Thoreau, Walden, writing on November 4, 2011| 3 Comments »
How have we become a society where we relish entertaining novels instead of novels with depth and character? Where have the Jack Londons, Thoreaus, and Mark Twains gone?
“Rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth.”- Henry David Thoreau
I read the novel “Into The Wild” by Jon Krakauer and loved it. He uses Thoreau’s Walden, Or Life In The Woods quotes throughout and brings more depth and understanding to the Romantic.
I have read chapters from Thoreau’s writings of the “Pond” and “Solitude”. We have a kinship for the love of nature.
Books today do not give a voice to nature or to the wild. Authors look to entertain and to make themselves immortal on paper. But what about nourishing the mind with spellbinding writing? Am I wrong to want more than entertainment?
I have fully engrossed myself in books, these last months, that will not only feed my mind but help me understand what “good” writing is.
Someone once said, “Writing is an art. It can be interpreted in many different ways. What may seem right to the author may look like gibberish to you.” I am sure there were people who thought Picasso’s work was of a deranged man too. My writing may not make sense to some, but to others who find it acceptable, I thank you.
I thank all the authors, who are gone or are still around, that contributed to inspiring all the great authors in the world today.



