responses. gosh, i'm creative.

I'm such a sheep. In the same vein as my dear fellow bloggers, my responses. For convenience.

Group 1 (Ashley Chow, Kieran Heralall, Jonathan Yee, Lauren Robinson)

Is technology having a positive effect on literature? Probably. It's a great deal easier to write a novel with a keyboard than pen and paper, that much we know.

But is technology having a positive effect on the reader? Who even reads nowadays? I was once guilty of this myself, but I was able to convince myself to read more often. Don't lie; you're guilty of using sparknotes, or just not immersing yourself in the literature at all. It's a shame that this quick fix form of entertainment new technology offers us has taken the culture out of our lives, and mass produced a mass-produced McCulture. Viva la revolucion.

Group 2 (Team Awesome)

Does awesome even begin to describe our, well...awesomeness? Jesus, I'm not in a very poignant mood here. Wesley.

Group 3 (Cindy Chu, Erin Siu, Sydney Boucher, Betty Cao)

I'm actually a little surprised anyone felt that way. I, myself, am a staunch atheist, and believe that

religion is the root of all the world's problems, but I'm getting ahead of myself here. That said, I still

found the implications of religion central to the novel, and necessary to the development of the characters.

In Cheryl's chapter especially, the prayers randomly inserted added a level of intensity and desperation to

the scene that could only be triggered by calling upon god.

Group 4 (Francesca Lott, Fahad Yasin, Nathan Ng, Brazil Pejvack)

Two things:

1) I just wanted to mention that Nathan's feelings of Reg totally mirrored mine. I hated Reg initially, but I grew to love him. I hope we weren't the only ones.

2) Kate, I see what you're getting at, and I think this is the big point of what Francesca is getting at. His actions which he cannot recall aren't the actions that are being judged. Get ready for it, this part is important:

Jason has completely let go of himself. He has no control. He has no sense of self, only a fading sense of knowing what he wants. This is the action being judged.

Deep stuff, eh?

That, to me, is why the quote Francesca brings up is so pivotal. He can't help it himself, but he could help losing himself in the first place.

Besides, when was life ever fair?