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Even youths grow tired and weary,
and young men stumble and fall;
but those who hope in the LORD
will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint.
- Isiah 40: 29-31

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Monday, 21 May 2007

I'm reading the book The House of Mirth by Edith Wharton.

It's sort of...Victorian lit, so I'm doing it for lit RS. I can't say it's thrilling or page-turning, but it's definitely different from the stuff I usually read.

It's set in America in the early nineteenth century and focuses on the materialistic and money-minded society. It's so...disgusting, almost, how all but two of the characters are so obsessed with pursuing wealth and the appearance of luxury - yet, none of them are really happy or have any joy in life. Their existence is frighteningly superficial.

I can't help but feel sorry for the main character. She's just like the rest - chasing after butterflies, surrounding herself with splendour, but sometimes she has flashes of self- disgust and doubt where she sees how ugly and immoral her world really is. I don't like her - she is obnoxious, greedy and flighty. But I feel sorry for her. She is twenty-nine and unmarried, but very beautiful and much gossiped about. She plays on her beauty and appearance of wealth, but in reality she is deeply in debt. All her life - all she has learned is to manipulate and backstab in order to gain status and power.

She is deeply in debt and the only way out is for her to marry a rich man. Yet at the last moment she always ruins her chances of marriage. In the words of another character:

"That's Lily all over, you know; she works like a slave preparing the ground and sowing her seed; but the day she ought to be reaping the harvest, she oversleeps herself or goes off on a picnic."
Mrs Fisher paused and looked reflectively at the deep shimmer of sea between the cactus-flowers. "Sometimes," she added, "I think it's just flightiness - and sometimes I think it's because, at heart, she despises the things she's trying for. And it's the difficulty of deciding that makes her such an interesting study."

She lives such a sad life - she has never known true love, or joy, or friendship, or life's simple pleasures. All she ever does is covet and calculate.

It's such a depressing book, and that's the irony of the title.

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I'm sorry if this is an unfair portrayal of events. I can't stand it any more.

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