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What’s in it for you?

Dear reader, seeing that you have clicked the “About” page means you have arrived at a crossroads. You are deciding whether or not this blog is worth reading. In simpler terms, “what’s in it for me?”. Now, would you ask the same question during a lecture by Plato? Or a serenade by Homer? Or reading Tolstoy? Exactly. So why ask that question here? Where we not only expose you to the words of these great beings, but analyze them, and determine their significance in the grand scale. Wouldn’t you like a taste of ideas that ignite imagination, open new perspectives, and demand critical analysis?

Wouldn’t you like a taste of literature?

But be warned, here we don’t serve appetizers, main courses, or desserts, but rather introductions, climaxes, and resolutions. We don’t use spices such as salt and pepper, but let words provide exquisite flavours of tragedy and comedy. Here we search for meaning with every bite. And when you finally swallow, the truth behind these words will become crystal clear. Whether you’re using this blog for school help or self-enlightenment, you won’t be disappointed!

So without further delay,

Bon appétit!

About Me

Greetings! First and foremost I want to thank you for stopping by and reading my blog! My name is Majda and I am a self-proclaimed literary analyst and critic. As someone who has been reading since three years old, literature holds a special place in my heart.

What inspired me to start this blog was when I learned how to read literature… properly! I’m not talking about the words themselves, but what’s between them. A new world was before me once I started to notice details that slip between so many readers’ fingers. From metaphors and symbols to character and setting I am able to derive complex and profound thematic ideas. These ideas haunt me long after I finish a text, and I can’t help indulging in them. The intellectual merit of literature is invaluable, because it demands thought, a defining aspect of humanity. So join me, as I explore our absurd and ephemeral existence.

The Reader by Jean-Honoré Fragonard
A favorite painting of mine. For, if an artist can paint with their brush a writer can paint with their words. The girl’s serene, yet concentrated, visage reveals that she is somewhere far, far away ; lost in the novel she so gracefully holds in her hand.