Adam Bede

It has been awhile since I was so moved by a piece of literature that I wanted to write about. I mean, I CRAVE writing essays on this story. In fact, I want to compare and contrast characters and ideas from this novel with those from Tess of the D'Urbervilles by Thomas Hardy. I enjoyed George Eliot's writing from the start. She weaves and describes so well. The characterizations are fun and the individuals are breathing and living. I truly believed as Adam, in innocence, indicating the art of her pen did justice to allow us to view mostly what Adam knew. I could not understand his infatuation with a beautiful girl since he was so practical, but I assume this is not wholly uncommon. Eventually a terrible thing happens (trying not to spoil the ending) and all things seem as lost. Eventually things change and good comes from the bad. Often, as humans, we think we know exactly what we want. We begin pursuing it and work hard to achieve and obtain our goals, but something seems to step in the way and hinder us, only to appear later as a blessing. I believe a song by Rascal Flatts ("God Bless the Broken Road") gives further evidence of this happening. I want to write more here but feel I would spill the beans. Perhaps on a day that I have more time to think and ponder and pen my thoughts I will actually write more of an evaluation of the novel, but that day is not today.