I wrote my last ever exam for English this past Friday >insert happy dance and some butt wiggling<
I love reading but writing essays on what I read in a cold gloomy hall isn't as appealing as just lying in the sun and devouring good stories for pleasure. The studying attempts didn't go so well, as you can see studying on a bed is not the best thing to do. It's just messy and makes me look productive when all I did was fall asleep beneath the piles of notes (and my rather tacky leopard print blanket).
I woke up on the day of the exam with a cold and no voice. At lunch before my exam, I fell rather spectacularly while walking to the table and sent my burger and chips flying out my plate. I don't know what was worse, not having lunch before the exam or having people laugh at me falling. I get embarrassed easily so this was mortifying. I imagine I looked a bit like this but you know, more entertaining.
Despite my gripes about studying English, I'm grateful for the exposure to books that I wouldn't normally have picked up in a book store. Here are six of my favourites over the past three years - the kind of books I'd recommend to just about anyone that don't require any knowledge of literature, just a mind that is open to good writing and a good story. Interestingly, every one of them is set in South Africa, other parts of Africa or India, all places related to my own heritage in some way.
White Noise - Don DeLillo Coldsleep Lullaby - Andrew Brown
Disgrace - JM Coetzee The Story of an African Farm - Olive Schreiner
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