It was “A Tale of Two Cities” and it really isn’t that bad of a book once you understand what is happening. Our school did a performance of it, myself being the evil Marquis, and once you read through it, you actually understood that it was a very tragic, funny, tear jerking, gut busting book, but because of the dialect difference it is quite difficult to understand.
I hate that book. Why you have to remind me? Why>
Caption reminds me some some bad college accident.
“…it was the fresh paint of hope, it was the fuscia of despair…”
I just finished “reading” that book for school.
By reading I mean not reading.
Worst. Book. Ever.
I can imagine, considering the awful color of that paint…
Because I was painting a chair- with pink paint
I actually totally forgot what book that was
It was “A Tale of Two Cities” and it really isn’t that bad of a book once you understand what is happening. Our school did a performance of it, myself being the evil Marquis, and once you read through it, you actually understood that it was a very tragic, funny, tear jerking, gut busting book, but because of the dialect difference it is quite difficult to understand.
And here I was thinking this had to do with the song by Sage Francis…