Sunday, March 17, 2013

House Rules

This book that I have just started reading is called House Rules by Jodi Picoult. This book is about a boy who was born with Aspergers. He was diagnosed with this disease at age 5. His mom, has raised him along with his younger alone. Her husband left them when he complained that Jacob, the boy with  Aspergers was too hard to control was too much for the husband to handle. In this book Jacob is intensely involved mentally in crime T.V shows and the physics of it as well. When a murder happened in his town, Jacob goes and looks at the crime scene. He has more intellectual reasoning about the murder person who was assigned to the murder. After Jacob gives his opinion on how the man had died, the investigators decided that he was the murderer. They think that because he has Aspergers  syndrome and they feel as though they can put him in a category since he is dianosed with this disease.

I think that it is not okay to categorize people who have certain diseases because of how their brains work and process information. I think that people need to think about how they are categorizing certain people into certain positions in their lives. I feel that the investigators are taking advantage of Jacob, and he physically cannot realize that they are doing that to him. I think that society (maybe without knowing it) puts certain people int positions where they cannot get themselves out of. I think that if we stop putting labels on people, we could look at people for just who they are and not how they are categorized.

Sunday, March 10, 2013

Sold


The book that I just started reading is called Sold by, Patricia McCormick is about a young girl named Lakshmi who is sold into prositition. Since I am only partly into teh book I have only gotten to a certain point. Lakshmi has just come from her house on the mountain to a large city to maybe riches. Her family is very very pour and her mother has just remarried. He is a very forceful man. Her mother feels powerless around him. She does what he tells her to do, and is very obedient. The man she has remarried to is a man who gambles too much, and gambles their spendings away, so now his step-duaghter has to go work in the city. She doesn't know thats he is going to work to be a prostitute though. She thinks that she is going to work in the city to be a maid for another mother. She is brought to the city by many different people and finally brought her to a house of many woman and children. She is dress us very majestically. All the while when the servants are dressing her she is thinking, why do I need to dress up to work? Then the maids lock her in a room with a middle-aged man, and is very confused as to what is happening. Then her work begins. 

I think that the way that way that woman feel in other countries in relation to men is heartbreaking. They are ordered and expected to look up men in society. Both at home and at her new job Lakshmi experienced that men were in control of her, and she could do nothing about it. I feel that Lakshmi was a little bit oblivious as to what was happening. I think that she should've stood up for herself more than she did. I think that woman rights in other countries should be established, because as much as we don't want this to be the truth, this is still happening all around the world. I feel that if everybody would stand up for woman who don't have as much power as their husbands or even in their societies, woman would feel like they are living in a more supportive environment. I think this would lead to woman having a better education, rather than working as a house maid their whole lives, putting their husbands before them. I feel that woman's rights is a big deal, and should be recognized more than it is right now. 

Sonnet [POWERLESS]

Covered in my sweet serendipity 
Drenched in the power of the sounds 
Unknown to invisibility
We blend into everything, but scream surrounds 

Try to reach out, but fate pulls us deep down 
Struggles to set free, names us as worthless
The drought we have faced forcefully drowns 
Trying to breath, but above I'm breathless

We fly, though our wings are cut deeply 
The men, deep voices, keep us from running 
Traps us in pits of sadness swiftly 
We try to overcome but it's numbing 

The great sensation of helplessness
Gives us a prodding feeling of being powerless