Last year I read the novel This Side of Paradise. As I read the novel I became self aware of the fact that I wasn’t a teenager like Amory, stuck on distant dream, I was still a child and capable of growth. I could feel the sadness, the crushed dreams, but the faint feeling of hope at the end of the novel, that small glimmer of hope was the nudge I needed to decide what I wanted to do with my life. I felt as though I was always okay in English but I never truly understood its power until last year. Words have the power to influence lives, evoke emotions and change the world. This Side of Paradise showed me how words can manipulate what you feel, make you question everything. And that’s what I believe literature is supposed to make you do,
