Earlier this summer, fellow writer Suzie Ivy posted My Writer’s Twist on Shakespeare based on the “To be or not to be” Soliloquy for Hamlet over at the Reading and Writing Cafe blog. She urged other writers to follow suit with whatever issues they were feeling conflicted over — work, parenting, eating, exercise …
Like most people, I have a list of issue a mile long that I am conflicted over. Every thing from the deformed and half dead Honey rose tree that I love and can’t find a replacement for but need to remove to how I will spend the next hour. But in the spirit of honoring the original writer, Shakespeare, I thought I would write about the temptations of “The Hunger Games” series and how it became my little conflict this summer.
Suzie first told me about the series probably a year ago with an emphatic “you’ve got to read these book!” But I’ve never been a fan of apocalyptic type books, so The Hunger Games was mentally shelved in my “some day I should read this” category. Then this spring my niece who had already read the first book took me to see the movie and I was hooked. I’ve been dying to read the books ever since, but knowing that they will consume my every waking hour until I finish the last book has made me wait and wait for the perfect time to immerse myself. I think I’m honing my delayed gratification into a fine art.
And so, I reveled a bit in my reader’s angst and an old college course I wrote…
Soliloquy For An Avid Reader by Linda Anselmi To read, or not to read,-- that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler of the soul to suffer The slings and arrows of our own misfortune, Or to take refuge in a sea of outrageous escapism And thereby ignore our own fate. To read, to dwell-- No more, amid imagined worlds, apart The heartache, the drama, the knowledge That books are heir to: 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be missed. To read, to dwell; To dwell, perchance to escape - ay, there's the rub, For in that dwell what insights may come When we ventures forth among the dragonslayers Must give us courage. There's the hope That makes fortune in what an author long imagined. For who would savor the costume and manner of another time, Th'tyrant's might, the Aristocrat's swagger, The horrors of alien beings, the criminal's steal, The corruption of politicans, and the pains That love requited of th'unworthy makes, When justice tenders the scales to tilt, With the pages open? Who would lay burdens aside, To revel and fret under the author's pen, But that accepts the wonder in the book, The new discovere'd country, from whose end No reader seeks, once surrendered in will, And makes us rather bear the pen of those that know our ills Than flee from words that we know not of? Thus books doth make conscience of us all, And thus the color of our resolution Is fed by the merest twist of phrase And enterprise of great action and moment With this regard the mind is swayed And lost in the lure of words. Gently you now, The Hunger Games!-- Temptation, in thy covers Be all my sins remembered.
Are you an avid reader ? What are you feeling conflicted over?