Another story...

After years of reading Arabic literature, I said to myself one day: "why not try English novels?!"
Actually that was considered a risk for me, as back then my English wasn't as good to read a whole novel on my own. However, as the English proverb says :"what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger", I started wondering between book shelves, wishing to pick a nice one as a trial.
Yet there popped up another problem, I wasn’t qualified enough to make a choice. I never thought of knowing more about foreign literature, apart from some Arabic translated novels, or hearing some names of known writers and novelists like "Charles dickens", "George Orwell", "Shakespeare" or "Bernard show"
People who I already studied some of their work in school and didn't much tasted!

So I browsed aimlessly, until I found this one "Fire in the hills" by "Anna Myers".

Tell you the truth; I picked it up for I was dazzled by the cover at first sight.
And the 1st thing I did after I borrowed the book, is I looked for my cozy bed, my lamb light, then down to reading.
Tell you another truth, this novel is 12 chapters, and till the 6th chapter I could get in nothing so far. The characters were too many that I couldn't focus or take grips of what was going on.
Yet every time I think of quitting, I got charmed with the cover again and the unique atmosphere surrounds me, pushed me to continue, a page after a page and a chapter after another. Even though I didn't understand a word, I was happy still, that was a forward step to challenge myself. I can make it someday

I started by putting my dictionary beside me, and then make a full list of the characters and their significant events and description, trying to put things together. And believe me, I DID IT !!

Seven continuous nights struggling, until I got the main plot with the final line in the 12th chapter: "The war is over!"
And tell you what, I found tears sprung from my eyes unconsciously. I can finally make it on my own.

After exactly 2 years of fight with other novels, I returned again to the same library and borrowed the same book. It was much easier then, that I discovered it's much like as a youngster's book.
However, after understanding, I even loved it more than before. So beautiful and simple story of a young lady trying to handle the responsibility of her family after her mother passed away. With her daily and perpetual changes and problems, you feel you are a part of her family.

And that was the another story of the dearest books to my heart.

Time to go… 73's