I began reading the book: The Adventures of Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain overnight.
I read some of this 1876 classic back in the late 1960s, though I remember very little of the story. However, images of the white-washed fence that Tom’s aunt Polly made him paint for fighting with a neighbor boy, came back vividly along with the fight itself.
I’m also reminded of certain highly expressive phrases that I’ve routinely used through the years, which I learned from this book even though I understood not it’s deeper meanings and themes as an eight year-old. Phrases stuck with me, such as ”used for style, rather than service, ” which Twain wrote to describe the role of Aunt Polly’s spectacles. Though as a boy I did not get what this meant in regards to her glasses, I’ve nonetheless encountered numerous opportunities to appropriately write or utter this idea myself. So, though I’d have never guessed it back in second and third grades, reading this book made me into a more astutely expressive person.
In fact, I’m always so amazed over the knowledge I later discover that I picked up from an initial reading of a book such as this, so many years ago. Though I was typically bored the first time through and telling myself that I wasn’t learning a darn thing, I invariably discover later that I was wrong, and that I had learned much more than I first estimated.
So boredom with a book does not necessarily mean that I’m getting nothing from it. Sometimes, the more boring it is, particularly if it’s classic literature, the better. Boredom could be thought of as an invitation to read the work again, and fill in the gaps in understanding that the first reading produced. Sometimes, I find myself saying, “Come on, book. Bore me some more.”
However, this Tom Sawyer book, the second time around, has bored me not a trifle, because I get so much more of it now. So I’m eager to finish this and to read the companion volume, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn.
Tom Hesley
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