Out damned spots

My recent consistency in doing housework has yet to attain recognition from a very important individual nor attract offers for help from another very important individual. I admit that I am not usually in the best of moods once I proceed to Kao MagicClean immediately after getting home, and more often than not I find myself swearing at the floor (literally). But my mantra helps: I do this because I love my family, so keep my complains to myself and the 4 walls.

My recent venture into a vocation which requires a high degree of love for reading and writing has since compelled me to treat seriously, another label for this blog, 'Book'. I will not be doing a book review for every single book I pick up. In fact, I might just try to avoid doing reviews for all of them. But what I would write about is how the books I read affect me.

So what has Ayako Miura's 'Shiokari Pass' done? I admit I was so tempted to slot it back into the book drop after getting to the 2nd chapter. I was turned off by the simplistic style of translation which made me wonder if I had actually picked up one of those children's stories, if you could actually call them that, which do not actually have a plot line for you to follow but instead are garbled text which slap moralizations of every situation upon its reader. Then somehow, my habit of sneaking snippets from the ending did me good, and my desire to get to the lead up to the train accident kept me ploughing through each line. Thank God for that, I have now cleared the premises and am at the portion of the novel where the story line picks up and I am actually starting to draw my own debates over the conversations between Nobuo and Yoshikawa.

Oh the beauty of reading. Reading, writing and speaking - indispensable activities required when one wants to grasp a language. I may have said this before but the English Language is rife with imperfections because it is so impreciese. But this is what makes it beautiful, since writers have the privilege of surfing through a sea of vocabulary before choosing the right words, and take so many different angles in interpreting a text.

That being said, while I am still on the way towards mastering the English Language (right now I say the word 'mastering' with caution. I am not sure if anyone can actually fully grasp every nuance of a language, and I don't know if I would ever come close to being proficient, and not just fluent (I hope I am now) in it), I am being put to shame by a dear friend of mine who has started on a 4th language.

Note to self: Make haste!