The Shawl - Cynthia Ozick
Some foods are in my favor while the others are not. Some songs make me repeat them again and again, while the others are not attractive for me at all. It's a matter of preference, thus there's no correct answer. Same is it for me, novel. Novels enthralls me, which draws a landscapes that corresponds with my own sentiment. This kind of novels, in most case, provides atmosphere making readers withdraw into their gloomy emotions. It has been a long time to read a novel that has aforesaid atmosphere. The dusky inside of me was aroused by The Shawl. To be honest, The Shawl is not close to the atmosphere that I mentioned. It would be appropriate to say that it feels like someone is scratching my skin with no nail on fingers, as extending her arm desperately. The title itself describes its whole story. The Shawl throws up a story of someone who is struggling to escape from a shawl suddenly thrown away on her. It's not a talk. Literally it's vomiting and throwing up. Fear, s...