“Great Expectations” Review: How Pip’s Life Speaks A Lot About Mine, and May Be Yours

Pip’s poverty doesn’t necessarily cause him leaving his life and Joe. His wish of becoming a gentleman gets into his mind after Estella, the only woman whom he loves, mocks him. Pip wants to prove Estella that he is worthy of her love. So off he goes to London under mysterious inheritance from someone he doesn’t know about.

Thankfully, I am not as poor as Pip. My intention of leaving for Jakarta is on the back of my mind since I am at university level. I have no ideas what Jakarta looks like but like millions Indonesian living in villages, the capital is the city of promise, much like London is for Pip. I leave for Jakarta with huge dream and army of academic credential but few experiences.

Pip expects the money he inherits will make him a gentleman who deserves a place in elite class in London. And I live in Jakarta to earn good amount of money and establish my career as a reputable, if possible, an international caliber journalist. We both have dreams. We both expect something and someone.

It’s our expectations that drag us along the days, the weeks and eventually the years. Years pass us by and all that we face are conflicts, problems that get us to think: “Are we wrongly expect on that something or someone?” Or “Are we wrong to expect at the beginning?”

Reading Great Expectations then again lead me to come to a question that I and my close friends sometimes discuss about: “Can we expect our life be this and that? Or “Should we live the life like a flowing river?”

Great Expectations touches the basic question that I believe cross our mind one moment or the other time. As you live your life, do you live it with self-determination to chase after something or someone, or do you take and do whatever life has in store for you?

Interestingly, in Pip’s story, Charles Dickens turns the thing around about failed expectations to self-improvement that gets more attention as I read it until the last page. Personally, I think Pip’s expectations crumble down. He doesn’t only get Estella’s love but is also in huge debt. For worse (or better), the actual benefactor is beyond his expectation. I, too, has to resign sooner than expected because of conflicts in previous office. And now I have to set up a freelancing career on my own.

What is remarkably about Pip’s turning point in life is that he seems no longer putting as much weight on his number 1 expectation as before. His life as a Londoner meets him with various characters, some are good, some are bad. He learns that those with nice clothes and first-class reputation don’t automatically tell they are good people.

And as with Estella, Pip bitterly learns his pure love for her is taken for granted. As much as he believes Estella actually likes him in return, Pip realizes not everyone can be honest with his or her feeling. Not every one wishes to take a risk of fighting for what she or he loves. Much is in the case of Estella who gets married with someone whom she doesn’t love because she gets used to playing with boys’ hearts (as taught by Miss Havisham). It isn’t that surprising at the end of the novel, it is Estella’s husband that plays her heart and makes her a victim of his physical abuse.

As his expectations start fading away, Pip’s focus shifts to something more urgent which regards to the life of the benefactor. Here, Dickens implicitly says sometimes you need to be thankful for abundant problems in your life because they get you moving on with your life.

Fortunately (or not fortunately), Pip puts more and more energy to save the life of the benefactor who loves him so much that he is willing to give all his money for Pip despite the fact they meet for like, twice or three times, when Pip is still a small, sentimental boy.

The love from the benefactor then teaches Pip on unexpected thing that he gets so misunderstood for the whole time as he believes it is Miss Havisham who inherits the money. From this, Pip is awakened from his poor treatment to Joe who dearly loves him but gets Pip’s underestimation in return because Joe is poor and illiterate.

Pip’s expectations go from great to small yet meaningful one when all he cares is paying off what he can to the benefactor. At first, he wishes to get rid to him but as he shows his tenderness, Pip’s love grows bigger. He really treats him like his father and nurture him until the day he passes away.

And after that, Pip’s life gets straightened when he works so hard to pay all of his debt to Joe. Pip loses his initial great expectations but he isn’t that broken.

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Alqur’an Menyelamatkanku dari Ketagihan Membaca Artikel Motivasi & “Self-Help”

Aku mulai kembali mengakrabi tulisan tentang motivasi dan self-help beberapa tahun yang lalu karena sebelumnya aku pernah suka membaca buku seperti ini saat zaman kuliah.

Ceritanya, saat itu aku mengintip salah satu akun artis di Twitter lalu melihat si selebriti ini membagikan tautan thoughtcatalog.com. Aku kemudian langsung mengelik tautan tersebut dan jatuh cinta sekali baca. Topik yang begitu nyata buatku dan mungkin buat pembaca secara umum dengan gaya kepenulisan yang sederhana tetapi mengandung pesan yang kuat sangat cocok dengan seleraku.

Bahkan aku mempunyai beberapa penulis favorit, salah satunya Brianna Wiest. Aku paling suka dengan Brianna sebab sudut pandang dia yang agak filosofis dan reflektif. Pada awalnya hanya membaca sebentar tetapi kemudian aku mulai kecanduan.

Beberapa topik yang paling menjadi favorit adalah tentang cara mencintai diri sendiri, bersyukur, bagaimana agar bisa produktif dan sukses tak hanya dalam hal pekerjaan tetapi juga sebagai manusia seutuhnya.

Membaca tulisan seperti ini sangat menyejukkan, pada awalnya. Kalimat-kalimat mutiara yang terasa dekat dengan pengalaman pribadi yang aku yakin juga dialami oleh sang penulis menjadikan tulisan semacam ini “pelarian” dari kepenatan. Biasanya ketika aku mulai kehilangan rasa percaya diri atau mulai mengeluh, tulisan-tulisan ini akan aku baca lagi. Bahkan ada beberapa judul yang aku baca berulang-ulang saking judul tersebut begitu menggambarkan pengalaman atau “menyuarakan’ masalahku saat itu.

Belum puas sampai di situ. Aku bahkan sempat membeli buku Brianna Wiest via online, mengecek terus situs pribadinya dan berlangganan blog Benjamin Hardy, salah satu penulis psikologi positif yang pernah menjadi penulis tamu di Thought Catalog.

Singkat kata, Thought Catalog membawaku ke banyak penulis, psikolog dan terapis Barat yang memang menjual jasa sebagai psikiater, psikolog dan teman untuk curhat lalu memberikan solusi. Di AS, profesi semacam ini sudah populer dan memang umum dipakai. Nggak mengherankan waktu itu pernah menonton film komedi romantis tentang seorang mak comblang profesional di AS yang jatuh cinta dengan salah seorang kliennya. Di sana bahkan mak comblang saja sudah menjadi pekerjaan resmi.

Ada hal yang menyenangkan dan “dekat” tiap kali membaca artikel motivasi atau self-help. Kalimat yang ditulis seperti dibuat khusus buatku atau buatmu, seperti lagu. Hanya saja, terlalu sering tidak baik.

Waktuku lama-kelamaan jadi habis untuk membaca artikel seperti ini. Padahal dipikir-pikir isinya sama saja, hanya bed acara penulisan karena memang beda penulis. Parahnya, waktuku untuk membaca fiksi atau novel jadi berkurang. Dan yang terburuk adalah aku nggak bergerak atau ambil tindakan atas masalahku, waktuku habis membaca artikel semacam ini.

Dari situlah aku mulai berpikir. Ada yang salah dengan kebiasaanku ini. Aku sudah mulai kecanduan tapi aku nggak tahu bagaimana menghentikan ini semua.

Aku bisa sembuh dari ketagihan ini tanpa rencanaku tetapi aku yakin semua sudah diatur oleh Alloh swt. Setelah masalah pribadi yang cukup berat tahun lalu, teman baikku bernama Vindi Kaldina mengenalkanku pada Nouman Ali Khan, yang sampai sekarang menjadi ustad favoritku.

Dari beliau inilah aku mulai mengenal kembali Alqur’an. Semacam mengakrabi Alloh swt dengan cara yang benar-benar baru melalui kata-kataNya dalam buku ini. Dari kecil aku melihat Alquran sebagai buku perintah dan larangan-Nya semata. Aku tidak mengenal dan memandang Alqur’an sebagai caraNya menuangkan seluruh nasehat selayaknya sahabat bijak penuh cinta dan kasih.

Sering mendengarkan dakwah Nouman tentang Alqur’an lalu mempraktekkan melihat Alqur’an dengan kacamata yang lebih segar dan dekat dengan Alloh swt membuat jiwaku seperti tersaring.

Nggak tahu kapan dan bagaimana ketagihanku membaca artikel motivasi berkurang, bahkan aku sudah nggak lagi mengelik Thought Catalog dan situs sejenis lebih dari setahun. Aku juga sudah berhenti berlangganan blog Benjamin Hardy dan yang lainnya.

Semakin aku memilih membaca Alqur’an dan mendengarkan dakwah Nouman, semakin ketertarikanku membaca artikel psikolog positif meredup dengan sendirinya. Memang Alloh swt adalah sebaik-baiknya teman dan paling mengerti segalanya. Dia tahu aku mulai kecanduan dan tanpa aku meminta langsung, Dia menutup segala keingintahuanku tentang isi artikel motivasi dan lainnya. Subhanalloh..

Sejak mulai mempraktekkan berlari ke Alqur’an tiap kali ada masalah, aku juga semakin tersadarkan harus bisa menyaring bahan bacaan, memilih dan memilah mana yang penting sebab waktuku di dunia terbatas. Fokus membaca pun harus dibatasi pada hal yang dibutuhkan, bukan terlena oleh kilauan kata-kata yang sebenarnya sama. Dari sinilah, akhirnya aku mulai memprioritaskan bacaan hanya pada hal yang memang aku butuhkan saja. Yang pasti fiksi masih aku geluti sampai sekarang.

Paling jenis artikel gaya hidup minimalisme yang masih aku sempat baca, itu pun tidak sesering dulu. Membaca tulisan dengan topik seperti ini bermanfaat untuk menerapkan gaya hidup sederhana dan terfokus di zaman penuh pengalihan seperti saat ini.

Selebihnya, aku hanya fokus membaca pada Alqur’an, fiksi klasik dan bacaan terkait pekerjaan. Selebihnya, aku memilih kembali ke Nouman Ali Khan, yang artinya kembali belajar Alqur’an. Alhamdulillah…

 

Struggling to Understand the Complexity of “Great Expectations”

I just opened my Instagram account to find out when I bought “Great Expectations” since I unusually didn’t put any dates and my own signature in the book. I was ashamedly surprised that I did make a post in the account when I was only few days reading the fiction. The date of the post was back in March and I finished reading the book just today. Yep, about eight months!

It isn’t actually the whole eight months of reading the fiction daily or weekly. The truth is I abandoned the novel for months, I barely touched it. I blamed the sentimental atmosphere of the book, especially concerning Pip, the book’s protagonist, as the main reason causing me away from the fiction but the actual cause is that I was lazy, I let my mind got distracted by social media and other books.

In fact, I purchased some titles after I abandoned the novel. “North and South” for instance is a quick-reading. I even finished “The Professor” sooner than the Charles Dickens’ masterpiece.

“Great Expectations” is my third attempt reading his books. I have a good experience enjoying “The Old Curiosity Shop” but I stop reading “Bleak House” for how many months I don’t even remember. I am almost at the brink of swearing to myself that should I don’t have willingness to finish reading “Great Expectations”, I will never, ever again read books by Dickens! Two titles are way too much to make myself drowned in guilty.

Thanks to Edgar Allan Poe’s short story collection that I bought almost two weeks ago, I was forced to fulfill the promise that I made on my own, as simple as finished reading books that I had bought. There was like a lightning striking my face that invited harder than I had never thought as within two weeks, I completed reading not only “Great Expectations” but also “The Professor”. I was shocked by this fact a few minutes ago while writing this. Doing this is such a personal record for me because not only this is the first time I seize my reading power back but also because the two titles are very hard to grasp, especially “Great Expectations”.

To my own surprise, I completed reading “Great Expectations” in less than a week for around 200 pages! Oh yes, I was insane, in good way! Though I was reading the book in fast speed, that doesn’t mean I wasn’t enjoying reading the fiction. The truth is I was so captivated with the mysteries, puzzles, shocks wrapped in the book that I found it hard to put it down. My eyes even got sore last night as my reading approaching the last 20, 10 pages of the fiction.

Man, the book is superb that I can’t actually sure where to begin reviewing it. It’s one of the most difficult novels that I have to dealt with so far. In the beginning, I couldn’t stand of the emotions felt by major characters of the book, particularly Pip. As I said earlier, he is so sentimental and sensitive that I was partly honest when I wrote in the beginning of the post that his sentimentality was one of the things that I couldn’t take it anymore.

I left the book unread for some months when I was reaching the 2/3 part of it. In addition of the Pip’s sentimentality, another factor that drove me away from it was the coming of minor characters when Pip was in London while living as a gentleman. He soon had new friends, acquaintances, new faces that emerged along the way. Here, Dickens actually shows the actual picture of what it means to live a luxurious life. His detailing over people, lifestyle in the big city, culture and manner surrounding the people at the place is vivid. But my mind couldn’t remember all of those things, especially too many names.

So, those are the things that complicated my reading process. Yet, when I forced myself resuming the reading process, Dickens’ way of engaging me in mysteries concerning Pip’s secret wealth made me defeating the two factors. There were small scenes here and there, names I didn’t remember them all but my mind had been entirely following what went next and next.

The more the book was nearing its conclusion, the more I got so excited on what was going to happen to Pip. I gasped, took deep breaths, and even cursed when I was coming to the answers of the big questions along the reading process. I had never been this curious finding out what would be the end of the protagonist’s life given so many puzzles inviting me to ponder.

Reading “Great Expectations” is difficult, I must say. My mind and my heart worked at their hardest processing the story. The book is much tougher than “The Old Curiosity Shop” for many aspects.

Dickens is genius displaying emotional turmoil and pains that had been suffered by the characters in the book. Those then led them behaving, saying the way they were in it. Their traumas were so deep buried that I was in the first place wondering “are those people exist in real lives, like miss Havisham?”

As successful as Dickens made them making peace with themselves at the end of the book, I still had to experience my own kind of emotional drama as I was trying to imagine scenes concerning Pip and Joe and Provis. I was almost crying fancying they were in front of me at that time.

Dickens was playing so well at making me guessing, waiting what next to be unfolded. His secrets were spilled seamlessly one by one. I couldn’t imagine how he created the fiction because beneath all of the mysteries, there were lying serious and diverse issues concerning psychology, social class, poverty and self-acceptance.

I was very happy completing the book after so many months. For reading it made me feel satisfied despite the ending that wasn’t that happy for Pip. Well, forget about how the fiction sentenced joyful sentence for Pip for the process of self-growing throughout the book is much more important for him. And such is for myself that complete reading the fiction, digesting all of its rich contents is the thing that actually makes fictions, books very worthy of devoting my time.

So, thank you very much for Charles Dickens for this masterpiece that brings profound lessons in my heart I will carry them as immeasurable treasures.

Off the Unread-List: The Professor by Charlotte Bronte

I am very glad that I finished reading The Professor last week. It is uneasy for me resuming reading the book after I abandoned it some weeks because, frankly speaking, I couldn’t bear of reading many sentences in the French language here and there.

To be exact, I find it very disturbing that I had to look at the Note section to find out what those words meant. So I skipped, I barely read the words. In consequence, I didn’t enjoy reading the book. Once the amount of French words began decreasing, I gained my enthusiasm reading the novel.

By still feeling inconvenient because of the French language, I managed to have digested the rest of the book. Compared to Jane Eyre, The Professor actually conveys much diverse topics. What I mostly love from the book is how Charlotte Bronte brings up education topic.

What looks like an accident for William Chrimsworth to be a professor turns out to be the major line that connects him with his future wife, Frances Henri. I find it very beautiful that their matrimony later brings them opening school, teaching pupils. William who is once underestimated by his own brother and Frances who gets her eyes tired of being a lace-mender, now become well-respected people thanks to their ideas of applying good education curriculum.

Charlotte Bronte’s way of bringing up stories about patience, endurance and faith, as I find in Jane Eyre, is seamlessly told here. I always admire Charlotte Bronte’s focus on the process of achieving dreams despite thorns that may sting the characters’ journeys.

Another thing that I like most of the story is the romance itself between William and Frances. Again, Charlotte Bronte emphasizes on simplicity, even in love, an emotion that for some people, may boost their feelings, put them in a rollercoaster-kind of mode.

Unattached by relatives (for William’s only friend is Hunsden while France’s only aunt passes away), the two souls eventually find company in each other’s arms, a home where which the sweetness of their love tale is materialized in actions, supports and motivations for attaining their dream; building a school.

Their romance is filled of by hardworking and persistence but there lies its kind of beauty in it.

The Professor offers me a unique view about friendship. Here, William’s fate is helped by some unlikely people in his life, in particular Hunsden, who dislikes his brother, Edward, yet sympathizes with William since his doomed days in Chrimsworth Hall.

Despite his satirical, witty traits that draw uneasiness upon Frances, Hunsden is always there for William. He offers helps, gives good advice which it’s true when he frequently asks for a ‘thank you’ in exchange for what he does, but I don’t think William pays him back in proper ways. So, probably, that is why Charlotte Bronte ends her story with Hunsden being in the last pages of the book featuring Victor, William’s son.

William doesn’t verbally thank his good buddy but the fact that they spend their old years living closely to one another is more than enough to emphasize how much Hunsden means to William’s life. Much like his deep love for Frances that isn’t translated into flowery words, so is his thankfulness for Hunsden. And I think that what makes The Professor a worthy of reading for gaining values on life, love and friendship the way they should be.

“Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindelwald” in the Eyes of a Non JK Rowling Fan

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I haven’t read any books by JK Rowling by the time I promptly decided to watch Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindelwald in Blok M area two weeks ago. The reason why I suddenly wished to watch the film was because I was disappointed with The Nutcracker and The Four Realms a few days before so I expected The Beasts would probably cure the letdown. In addition, I still longed to see another vintage-styled movie along with ancient buildings and streets and people in early 20th century. Hence, I didn’t really mind The Beasts presenting before me many CGIs and green screens here and there provided that it remained conveying vintage modes.

So, I headed to the theater then while enjoying the quite long movie I came out from the cinema saying to myself, “Ok, I should have known the backgrounds of every major character before watching the film because I ended up Googling who each of the character is after the movie ends.”

It isn’t sufficient to review the movie based on what I felt throughout the performance given many questions left unanswered as the movie was playing. Usually, I will find out what historical backgrounds behind the story or major characters as the movie closes. I can relate each and every puzzle by the end of the film. I can draw my own conclusions why this gets audiences to that scene and how everything falls into its place but I can’t wholly apply those things in The Beasts.

It took some times for me to grasp that the cores of the second installment were Credence Barebone and Leta Lestrange. While Credence quickly stole my attention at the beginning of the movie and the acting of Ezra Miller was really good, I didn’t predict that Leta would play essential role in the movie. She appeared casually when she encountered Newt Scamander.

As the movie was progressing, her development as someone so influential to reveal the identity of Credence wasn’t really smooth. I guessed that was because there were too many characters, that despite relatively ordinary roles they were playing, JK Rowling needed to bring them up in the screen. Hence, Leta’s growing impacts upon the movie was a little bit surprising for me because I wasn’t prepared for that. She wasn’t been given enough rooms to slowly stand out among other characters.

When she told the story on the complicated relationship regarding Credence I was still confused, or to be exact, I felt so stupid when the scene was taking place, LOL! By the time being, I still don’t understand what the connection between the two characters.

The peak of the film as some of the characters were drawing closer to Grindelwald didn’t go seamlessly as I hoped. I felt sorry that Johny Depp wasn’t that good in portraying the devilish character. I didn’t catch his charisma as a villain. As a consequence, the way he was persuading some characters, such as Credence or Queenie Goldstein as part of his comrades, felt flat.

Throughout the film, all I was waiting for was Newt, because as much as I don’t regard Eddie Redmayne a handsome actor, his reputation as a good actor is worthy of watching. I love his character in the movie, tough, despite ordinary role he was playing. His timid, introverted yet powerful character was captivating.

I must say I agree with the overall review of the movie from The Atlantic here in a way that JK Rowling’s ideas are too sophisticated to be put in this already lengthy movie (this is aside from the fact there will be a third installment). Yet for me, as a non-fantasy lover, enjoying every trick and spell of the movie is a good thing. Loving how sci-fi blends with old atmosphere in the film shows my mind starts open (I used to hate sci-fi fantasy films by the way). And yes, JK Rowling is a genius creator.

With those, I humbly say, the movie is enough to have entertained me.

Understanding His Way of Making Me Following What My Heart Says

When I was a senior high school student, my self-confidence was best tested after I was put in a Social Knowledge class because I got 6 for Math. I was very stupid at Math. I always hated the subject, frankly speaking. I yet hoped that I would be put in Science Knowledge class because that was very unfair that I was placed in the Social Knowledge class just because the score I got at the last term of the second grade of the senior high school.

The decision from the teachers had been made. And I had to come to terms with what my friends said about me being put in “low-caste class”. I even still remembered one of the teachers said, what was the use of being a Social Knowledge class student. Your future was uncertain already, she said. Your peers from the Science Knowledge class would fill up your destined subjects at universities, like Accounting and Economy.

I was filling my third year of the senior high school studying harder than I had ever been before. Part of the reasons for doing that was to prove myself capable of enrolling good university, another part was proving the teacher wrong. But deep down in my heart, and Alloh swt knew this very well, I was fortunate that I was one of the students belonging to Social Science classes. Since I was a very little kid, social sciences had captivated my attention as they have now been.

How lucky I was that Alloh swt later granted my wish of studying English Literature. I didn’t know what made me selecting the subject unless for a very odd, simple reason: because I have always loved the foreign language. I didn’t know what would be laying in front of me after graduating. I didn’t have any seniors to look up to in terms of career but I chose the subject anyway.

I was surrounded by amazing friends, lecturers and ecosystem that made me very blessed person in terms of academics. Studying at the English Literature was one of the best choices I had made. I met smart people in their own kind of ways. I couldn’t measure their intelligence because their thoughts were very new and unique for me. To explain this concretely, I had never thought that talking about books, films would be very serious. I used to think fictions, arts were trivial matters.

Yet, mingling with these people have taught me that art, imagination, ideas are not small things. Concepts, knowledge, observance, critics, emotions, to name some of them, are wrapped in one book, one novel, one film, one drama, you name it. Each and every art form carries within it cultural, social, religious, historical, and even psychological values.

Then, again, what would my future be like?

Like my motivation of choosing English Literature, I opted becoming a journalist right after I graduated from the university; because I love reading news and would love to be one seeking information.

Alloh swt, again, made my dream coming true by making me a journalist of an English-language daily in Jakarta. Despite the fact I survived less than three years at the company, I realized how people like me, those who love reading and writing, do find good places in the commercial world. And they are well-respected and well-paid.

Although I am not as bright as them, I was amazed how Alloh swt introducing me into the world I had never thought existed; jobs related to writing, creative writing in particular.

I took several jobs that probably won’t interest people if they bother asking because they are small companies, a few of them are even closed. Looking back at the very beginning of why I make decisions, I don’t regret them all. As silly as this sounds, I don’t pity myself because of the failures in the past because I am satisfied with all of things that I did at each and every firm I once worked at.

Not much money that are left in my bank account, honestly speaking. But as long as the jobs make me enhancing my reading and writing skills, hell, I am thankful already!

 

The Power of Being Under Pressured Completing Reading Pile of Unread Books

Have you got dozens of books unread for months, or even years at the bookshelves in your room? Or, have you felt there seemed to be no time for reading books anymore because, frankly speaking, you are busy scrolling down your social media accounts?

If you have that questions in your mind and wish to get rid of them all or one of them, probably you can try my trick. The key is a little bit ridiculous; buying more titles!

So.. I haven’t finished reading Great Expectations, Homo Deus and The Professor for a few months. Those don’t include Sejarah Islam or The History of Islam, which, oh my God, hasn’t been touched for months, too.

When I bought The Professor, I didn’t need the urgency of finishing reading Great Expectations because honestly, the masterpiece of Charles Dickens is too sentimental to cope with. Later, The Professor didn’t satisfy me that much because too many, way too many statements in French language that I needed to look at the back of the book. I abandoned the title, as well.

Then, I made another mistake. A few weeks ago, I and my pals went to an internationally-scale book affair in Jakarta. To put it shortly, I purchased Homo Deus, a currently-popular book among readers globally. Plus, I am interested at reading books on internet and social media hence the book suits me best. And yes, indeed, until I discovered it too much already when I read the first pages of the book. I have left it untouched for weeks now.

This week, I visited, again, Kinokuniya bookstore, with my best friend, Wida. I didn’t intend to buy novels or books at that time but as we were looking at titles, somehow my mind struck at The Woman In White. I have been looking for the book for months. I almost took it home but Wida reminded me that Dian, our close friend, had bought it for me from Paris. Dian would bring the book next month when she comes back home.

I was trying so hard not to buy it by switching my mind on reading other detective or mystery tales. My head quickly turned to Edgar Allan Poe as his The Tell-Tale Heart became his only fiction that I read so far.

I circled the Mystery/Horror section for some moments, till, yes! Tales of Mystery and Imagination, a collection of short stories by Mr. Poe was put in one of the section’s bookshelf. How happy I was! I bought the book right away, ignoring the fact some titles were crying to be resumed.

After I went back home, I opened the first title of the collective story. The Gold Bug opened the book and I couldn’t stop reading it. I began remembering how genius Mr. Poe was, yet somehow, I looked at The Professor. My guilt started embracing me.

I stopped reading The Gold Bug, reopened the last page where I read The Professor then two days later (today), the novel was finished. I am so glad at the moment because I fulfill the promise that I made months ago. The personal triumph surprisingly comes from the guilt that I feel after buying another book.