I have always loved to read. I say this not to brag, because we do not see anything extraordinary in this, it is a simple fact. I love to read as much as I love ice skating, playing the piano, and then mice with old bottles and egg cartons. Except that none of these passions I have never taken so much trouble as my infatuation with books.
you wonder how this is possible? Do not be surprised too, that these are carried only three episodes, but I assure you that there are many, many others ...
Case no.1: Animal Farm (George Orwell) or here as began my hatred of nuns
Location: Classroom catechism of the church of my country
Period of time: long time ago, just turned twelve
Sister: since my mission in life is helping others, making all children feel special and loved, I will start the year wondering what book you read during the winter holidays, only to humiliate one by one the lazy that they spent all their time to devote a demonic pastimes such as watching TV and collect calling cards.
Child no.1: I read If this is a man, lady sister of a certain Prime Lesti or something.
Child num.2: it's called Primo Levi, stupid! Also I read If this is a man, Sister Mary Clarence.
num.3 Child: I too, me too!
Sister: very good, all children are wonderful! And you're all that silent, however, what you read?
Enlil: (bored) Animal Farm, Orwell.
Sister: (puzzled) ...
Sister: and did you like?
Enlil: yes, very much.
Sister: ... well ... and had many figures?
Enlil: (confused) ... I do not think so.
Sister: Sure ... obvious ...
The next day
Mommy: How strange, now Sister Mary Clarence to church stopped me to talk to me.
Enlil: You know how I made these sisters, always caring for others, deliver good deeds as if they were peanuts and stick their nose into everything.
Mom: He said something strange, the kind that kids should read things appropriate to their age and that at some point you should set aside books for children.
Enlil: ...
Mom: He also mentioned something about a psychologist who specializes in such cases. I have no idea what he meant.
Enlil ...
Enlil: I want to become an atheist.
Case No. 2: Perfume (Patrick Süskind) or here as my mother began to refuse to have a daughter
Location : my house
time periods: the sunset of my seventeen years
Connect my mother came to get a cup of coffee: how many books you have on the shelves! You must be a true lover of literature.
Mom: (proud) are in fact all of my daughter, she is the reader of the family.
Enlil: (busy watching TV and slashes the characters of Buffy) ... what? Yes ... as you say ...
colled hateful to my mother, really? And what is the last book you read?
Enlil: Man Spike, when are you going to jump on to Angel?! Um ... this is Profumo, I think ...
hideously sweet of Colleague my mother seems so romantic ... a title that speaks of?
Enlil: (distracted) is the story of a murderous brand with a fetish for smells that will eventually be eaten up by a mass of homeless junkies cannibals.
Link diabeteggiante of my mother ...
Mom: uh ... I assure you that we have done everything possible for her.
Case No. 3: The game Angel (Carlos Ruiz Zafon) or here is how my grandfather began to look at me oddly
Location: my grandparents' house
time periods: five days ago, family lunch
Enlil: (innocently, referring to the page. 25 of the book) What does the word masturbation?
Grandpa: (spitting andatogli across the veal with tuna sauce) ...
Grandpa: (shocked) What the hell's books do you read?!
Despite my many encounters with the normal civil society, I assure you that I'm not going to discourage me. I will continue with impunity to read this that appeals to me - slash and yaoi fanfiction including - and each time that an old uncle looked at me diserederà or going in a strange way, it will be like a new bravery on my chest, or at least will be served to make you laughs at my expense!
