What book should I do for my personal study?

MM_Alex · Mar 24, 2009

Basically I don't read alot but a higher in english is a good thing to have and this makes up a good size of the course. Sorry I don't read very much so not sure what to do it on.

It needs to be

short [but not like a childs book but not like 700 pages or something]

well written [like by one of the writer pro's]

imxtoeknee · Mar 24, 2009

A Tale of Two Cities By Charles Dickens.
Its one of my personal favorite probably one of the greatest work of Charles Dickens .

BayBay · Mar 24, 2009

Water for Elephants, I feel that is a great book to study

MM_Alex · Mar 25, 2009

imxtoeknee said: ↑

A Tale of Two Cities By Charles Dickens.
Its one of my personal favorite probably one of the greatest work of Charles Dickens .
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Hmm, maybe, what is it about? Quite a famous book that i know nearly nothing about.>_<

Also gratz on your new user educator rank. I not seen you before with it.

TÃƒÂ°xic · Mar 25, 2009

You can try...

I_Spy

OR

C++

imxtoeknee · Mar 25, 2009

Its about revolution before the French revolution and English revolution, Its very interesting and he used many literary devices, very good book to learn from .

- He planned the plot very well if you read through the whole book you'll see how amazing it is.
- Here are some passages from the book ^_^.
Amazing Comparison.

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way--in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.
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Amazing description.

The mill which had worked them down, was the mill that grinds young people old; the children had ancient faces and grave voices; and upon them, and upon the grown faces, and ploughed into every furrow of age and coming up afresh, was the sigh, Hunger. It was prevalent everywhere. Hunger was pushed out of the tall houses, in the wretched clothing that hung upon poles and lines; Hunger was patched into them with straw and rag and wood and paper; Hunger was repeated in every fragment of the small modicum of firewood that the man sawed off; Hunger stared down from the smokeless chimneys, and started up from the filthy street that had no offal, among its refuse, of anything to eat. Hunger was the inscription on the baker's shelves, written in every small loaf of his scanty stock of bad bread; at the sausage-shop, in every dead-dog preparation that was offered for sale. Hunger rattled its dry bones among the roasting chestnuts in the turned cylinder; Hunger was shred into atomics in every farthing porringer of husky chips of potato, fried with some reluctant drops of oil.
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You can almost picture this paragraph if your head .

A large cask of wine had been dropped and broken, in the street. The accident had happened in getting it out of a cart; the cask had tumbled out with a run, the hoops had burst, and it lay on the stones just outside the door of the wine-shop, shattered like a walnut-shell.

All the people within reach had suspended their business, or their idleness, to run to the spot and drink the wine. The rough, irregular stones of the street, pointing every way, and designed, one might have thought, expressly to lame all living creatures that approached them, had dammed it into little pools; these were surrounded, each by its own jostling group or crowd, according to its size. Some men kneeled down, made scoops of their two hands joined, and sipped, or tried to help women, who bent over their shoulders, to sip, before the wine had all run out between their fingers. Others, men and women, dipped in the puddles with little mugs of mutilated earthenware, or even with handkerchiefs from women's heads, which were squeezed dry into infants' mouths; others made small mud- embankments, to stem the wine as it ran; others, directed by lookers-on up at high windows, darted here and there, to cut off little streams of wine that started away in new directions; others devoted themselves to the sodden and lee-dyed pieces of the cask, licking, and even champing the moister wine-rotted fragments with eager relish. There was no drainage to carry off the wine, and not only did it all get taken up, but so much mud got taken up along with it, that there might have been a scavenger in the street, if anybody acquainted with it could have believed in such a miraculous presence.

A shrill sound of laughter and of amused voices--voices of men, women, and children--resounded in the street while this wine game lasted. There was little roughness in the sport, and much playfulness. There was a special companionship in it, an observable inclination on the part of every one to join some other one, which led, especially among the luckier or lighter-hearted, to frolicsome embraces, drinking of healths, shaking of hands, and even joining of hands and dancing, a dozen together. When the wine was gone, and the places where it had been most abundant were raked into a gridiron-pattern by fingers, these demonstrations ceased, as suddenly as they had broken out. The man who had left his saw sticking in the firewood he was cutting, set it in motion again; the women who had left on a door-step the little pot of hot ashes, at which she had been trying to soften the pain in her own starved fingers and toes, or in those of her child, returned to it; men with bare arms, matted locks, and cadaverous faces, who had emerged into the winter light from cellars, moved away, to descend again; and a gloom gathered on the scene that appeared more natural to it than sunshine.
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Skater14 · Mar 25, 2009

http://www.amazon.com/Save-Me-Myself-Found-Kicked/dp/0061251844

Best book I've ever read honestly.

The Heroin Diaries: A Year in the Life of a Shattered Rock Star,

that's another good one.

waltrulz · Mar 28, 2009

War and Peace... just do 1984

Sei Italiano · Mar 29, 2009

Gone with the wind will last you the whole year lol 1000 pages

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