After yet another random hiatus due to driving - I am back
to el blog.
I have been away from blogging – but not away from reading,
so that’s a plus. Basically I cruised through The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne like it was no
big deal and that made me a very happy little camper. I’ve always wanted to
read this book. I’m pretty sure 95% of American High School
kids have read this book and I, for some reason, was not one of them. I always
thought that was super lame – so one day I bought the novel, and then put it on
my bookshelf, and there it sat. And sat. And sat.
So Vwalla! I have read it. Go me! Take THAT random high
schoolers, I am just as cool as you!
I have to say I really did like this book. I can’t be sure
that I would have loved it when I was sixteen, but now that I have a stronger
appreciation for literature, I can see why this has always been regarded as a
classic.
Basically – for anyone else who may not have read it – the
story is set in Puritan times. There is a lady – Hester Prynne – who is
convicted of adultery (her husband has been in England for two years, and the
story opens with her holding a brand new baby… so, unless the gestation period
in the 1600s was longer than 9 months, it doesn’t add up). She is forced to
wear a large scarlet “A” on her chest, and she refuses to name her lover.
On the day of her sentencing, while standing on a giant
scaffold for three hours, with the towns people staring at her and the scarlet
letter she is forced to wear, a traveling man comes along and sees her up
there.
The traveling man turns out to be her husband and he forces
her to swear she won’t tell the townspeople who he is because he is going to
come up with a new identity and act as a physician. He also says he is going to
find out who the man is that helped her commit her crime.
Hester devotes herself to being a pious woman, sewing to
make money for herself and her daughter, Pearl.
The “physician” Chillingworth (aka husband) latches on to the town’s minister, whose health
is failing rapidly due to a mysterious ailment.
This book is labeled as a romance, and I guess it sort of
is, but most of the book lacks in the romance factor. It is mostly just about
Hester raising her crazy daughter and always feeling very guilty because of the
scarlet letter that she must bear on her chest. There is only a little section
of romance, and then tragedy, and then the story ends.
Mostly it’s a very lonely book.
So, sadly, I also missed Short Story Saturday. Dang. And I
was so excited to have started something new! Oh well, Saturday will be here
again before we know it. So look forward to that, and until then, on to
reading!
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