"As a side note, my mom (the brilliant english teacher) has her class participate in a very interesting activity to go along with reading this novel (Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury). Inspired by the Book People, she asks her students to list 5 books they believe are important enough that they should be saved, and the one novel from that list they are passionate enough about that they would be willing to "become" that book. It's an interesting question, which I'm going to ask of myself."
I answered that question myself here, and since then I've been thrilled to host a fascinating group of relatives, friends, bloggers, and authors, each of whom has created insightful and personally meaningful lists of books which they would hope to save in a future without books.
Several of those participants have also signed up for the 451 Challenge, and I thought it would be fun revisit their lists of books. First up is Kristen - enjoy!
451 Fridays is based on an idea from Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury. In his novel, a group of people (Bradbury calls them Book People) are trying to keep the ideas found in books alive. Instead of actually saving the books, the Book People each "become" a book - memorizing it, word for word, and passing it down to the next generation.
451 Fridays asks what books you feel passionate about. What book do you think is so important that you would be willing to take on the challenge of "becoming"?
This week, I'm thrilled to welcome Kristen to 451 Fridays. Kristen blogs at WeBeReading, and is the fabulous host of Poe Fridays, which I love. Also, it was her birthday not TOO long ago - you should all stop by and wish her a Happy Belated. =) Kristen, thanks for playing along with me today.
5. Frankenstein by Mary Shelley is about the quest for humanity and companionship and it's an example of some of the baser emotions.
Of those 5, which book would you choose to "become"?
The abrupt sides of vast mountains were before me; the icy wall of the glacier overhung me; a few shattered pines were scattered around; and the solemn silence of this glorious presence-chamber of imperial Nature was broken only by the brawling waves, or the fall of some vast fragment, the thunder sound of the avalanche, or the cracking reverberated along the mountains of the accumulated ice, which, through the silent working of immutable laws, was ever and anon rent and torn, as if it had been but a plaything in their hands. These sublime and magnificent scenes afforded me the greatest consolation that I was capable of receiving. They elevated me from all littleness of feeling; and although they did not remove my grief, they subdued and tranquillised it. In some degree, also, they diverted my mind from the thoughts over which it had brooded for the last month. I retired to rest at night; my slumbers, as it were, waited on and ministered to by the assemblance of grand shapes which I had contemplated during the day. They congregated round me; the unstained snowy mountain-top, the glittering pinnacle, the pine woods, and ragged bare ravine; the eagle, soaring amidst the clouds--they all gathered round me, and bade me be at peace. --Victor Frankenstein, Chapter 10
(originally posted on As Usual, I Need More Bookshelves on 5/1/09)