Literatura 소설 & 이야기

He looked at the tray in Dante's hands with something like resignation. "I'll eat," he said before Dante could speak. "You don't have to force me." Dante set the tray down and watched as Luca picked up the fork with shaking hands. He ate slowly, mechanical bites that he chewed and swallowed without tasting. But he ate. That was what mattered. "Why literature?" Dante asked, breaking the silence. Luca paused mid-bite, looking up at him. "What?" "You were studying literature. Why?" For a moment, Luca didn't answer. Then he set down his fork and stared at the food. "I liked stories. I liked the idea that words could create entire worlds, that they could make people feel things." His voice was fl

As requested: Assignment: Write a one-page, personal entry on the influence of literature on your imagination. Literature has fueled my imagination from a very young age. My earliest memory is of sitting on my daddy’s knee when I was a little girl, while he read me a bedtime story. He passed on his love of great literature, and I have fond memories of the imaginative worlds we shared: from Narnia and Middle Earth to the prairie of early America and later, battles that forged our nation. He never shielded me from the heartache in the pages of those books but used them as a tool to teach me about life, history, hopes, and dreams.

she said in a small voice and then she pointed to the people reading. "This is the art session. We have books on art here, whatever you can think of, we have on performance art, music, drama and dance over here, on painting, sculpture and the rest over here, we have on literature, which is the broadest actually, we have the classical and contemporary literature. There is a bulk of non-fiction which is divided into different genres," the librarian said and Tequila nodded. She could hear her sister yawning in the background. Dream was never one for experiencing things in a book, she wanted to breathe and feel them for real.