I am very picky about what I read. There are a lot of things I don’t read that I recognize as great, they just aren’t for me. Examples: The Road and 1984. I did not like the way The Road was written. There was nothing ‘wrong’ with it, it just bothered me. And I had a few issues with 1984. I did not get to finish watching the movie of The Road with all of you, but I was not very happy with the first half of the film either. I’m not going to lie - I found it boring. I never thought cannibals could be boring, but to me they were. I ended up writing my paper about the Road, a mishnah - and had all types of sundry issues because I was boring myself. Not to say that all of the book was boring, maybe not all of the movie was either. The parts that didn’t bore me, however, disturbed me. I thought I was hard to disturb, I grew up reading my mom’s true crime novels and sneaking into the living room when she was watching horror movies. To date the only book I’ve given away because of disturbing content has been Hell House. Still, I found the baby on a spit scene to be almost the most disturbing moment I’ve ever read. I enjoyed a lot of this semester, but I am also very relieved it’s almost over. I am ready to go back to choosing my own reading material.