In Which I Defend...

...and rant unnecessarily.

I don't understand why people always assume that one is lying just to sound educated and fancy if he or she says they like Shakespeare. I finished As You Like It the other day and, while I had trouble comprehending certain points (but that's what the footnotes are there for), I actually did, well, like it.* It's a comedy, a light and witty love story that takes place in a forest in France. The ending is lame, in that it basically goes, "Hey, remember every problem that came up over the course of the play? Yeah, I'm just gonna send this random messenger who also happens to be the never-before-seen second brother of the hero and the bad guy to tell you that everything resolved itself while the quadruple wedding was going on. lulz."

Far from hard-hitting literature, but a fun read once you get through the poetic Shakespearean language. The play is also like 90 pages. When you spell it out like that, reading and enjoying this oh-so-pretentious-because-it's-Shakespeare doesn't seem that pretentious. Saying I enjoyed this silly play doesn't make me an English Professor. There are a lot of people I know whom I think would really like the story of this play, but won't read it because it's Shakespeare and "Shakespeare's hard."

I've read three other Shakespeare plays (Romeo & Juliet, Julius Caesar, and Hamlet) and I've seen Macbeth, A Midsummer Night's Dream, and Romeo & Juliet. I've only read them for school, but I'm really interested in reading a couple more. In my opinion, there are a lot of more difficult, snootier things I could read

Currently Reading The Help by Kathryn Stockett. My test on it is on Thursday

Currently Listening to "Rockin' the Suburbs" by Ben Folds. In my grandparents' house. With my grandpa in the other room. Oh yeah, I'm BA. :)

*The sooner you embrace my inability to pass up a pun, the better.