It took me forever to get through the preface, but as soon as I read the first line of chapter one, I interrupted Kae to read it to her. "It goes a long way back, some twenty years. All my life I had been looking for something, and everywhere I turned someone tried to tell me what it was. I accepted their answers too, though they were often in contradiction and even self-contradictory. I was naïve I was looking for myself and asking everyone except myself questions which I, and only I could answer. It took me a long time and much painful boomeranging of my expectations to achieve a realization everyone else appears to have been born with: That I am nobody but myself.." It was one of those quotes that I read and immediately thought "that's so applies to me!" At an age when most of us are still trying to distinguish between who we really are and who our parents want us to be, reading the "invisible man's" trials and tribulations to finding himself is something we can all relate to. It was funny because every summer we look forward to that one "ethnic" novel that's always on the reading list. Whether it was Color Purple, House on Mango Street, or I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings you knew they would generally be shorter
It took me forever to get through the preface, but as soon as I read the first line of chapter one, I interrupted Kae to read it to her. "It goes a long way back, some twenty years. All my life I had been looking for something, and everywhere I turned someone tried to tell me what it was. I accepted their answers too, though they were often in contradiction and even self-contradictory. I was naïve I was looking for myself and asking everyone except myself questions which I, and only I could answer. It took me a long time and much painful boomeranging of my expectations to achieve a realization everyone else appears to have been born with: That I am nobody but myself.." It was one of those quotes that I read and immediately thought "that's so applies to me!" At an age when most of us are still trying to distinguish between who we really are and who our parents want us to be, reading the "invisible man's" trials and tribulations to finding himself is something we can all relate to. It was funny because every summer we look forward to that one "ethnic" novel that's always on the reading list. Whether it was Color Purple, House on Mango Street, or I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings you knew they would generally be shorter