Robinson Crusoe
The good news is I’ve read much of the book during this weekend, sometimes facisnating, sometimes it was just plain boring having to know him doing all the things alone and got no one to talk to, I would be crazy if I were to isolated like that, or maybe not.
The bad news is today is the last day of September and I have yet half of the book left to be read. So this mean I’m way underschedule and must chase up the pace if I were to meet my quota by end of the year. It’s already 9 months and the 9th book, would be such a waste if I give up now.
Anyway, as I was reading (still am), Robin seems to me a pretty weird character but somehow suiting my personality. The way he lives, the determination of survive and how rich he become living in that no man island. If I were him, I think I would not last a day or two, for I do not know how to chop wood, or make fire, or catch a prey, and I certainly loathe being in the jungle with all the creepy stuff and not able to clean myself up daily, or worse, having no i-shuffle or internet, it would be the fatal element in my survival. (Piff)
Nevertheless, reading Robinson Crusoe (still am) reminds me of a life of independence, a life of no communication with the rest of the world, a life of sole survival, and reminding me of Cast Away starring Tom Hanks too. It was such a simple, basic life style, yet I do not think I could ever get out of current egoistic and materialistic world anymore to embrace such a life, I’m addicted too deep into monitary stuff, it’s the end of me and will be, as for many many one else as well.