
Today Mr. Nut brought me his book "Robinson Crusoe" after I had been asking him for it over a decade. Today we have a free period which is about 3 hrs plus lunch so it becomes 4 hrs. I was kind of free and a little stress out about coming up midterm exams so I start reading the book hoping it can take my mind some where else.
So I started reading after I finished my lunch and slowly I finished the book within two or three hours. This book is different from Frankenstein, I mean I get the point of Frankenstein and how it can be compare with modern technology. But for Robinson Crusoe it's just about some person's imagination. (or is all the books are someone's imagination) Anyway It was just so so book, an ok book, the story was plain and easy. There are little exciting moments and of course it's easy to finish which is great.
I like the idea of being alone on an island. I mean I appreciate my life but sometimes I feel like if I'm alone that would be great. It would be a lot of fun to live and do everything that you ever imagine. When I was reading this book I thought of the series called Lost. In Lost the plane crashed on an island and people would try to go back home. There is a similarity to Robinson in which when the people in series would actually get to go home they feel like there's nothing to go back because the island is their home just like Robinson Crusoe whom looks at the island like his home. But Robinson left the island anyway.
I got this feeling while I was reading the book, which I think it's hard to explain in words but I'll try. If we all live in the present and the present only, we wouldn't think of things in the past nor the future. And when we really stay in the present that's all there is to life just that moment because time can't turn back, it can't go faster or slower. But we always worry about those things.
That's almost close to what I want to type out.





