This weekend I read the novel Push by Sapphire. It’s a novel
about an illiterate girl named Precious Jones and her journey through life,
even though what life has given her so far is anything but pleasant. When I
first started reading it I was extremely repulsed and angry because Precious’s
dad raped her when she was 7, and started molesting her when she was 3. It’s
written in a style that would be verbatim for a girl growing up in Harlem, and
at first I found it hard to read, but in the end it made the story more than
what it would have been if it was written how regular books are. At first I
couldn’t relate to Precious’s life because I’ve never grown up in the ghetto,
and I had great parents, but when I started to think about it I realized I could
relate to her in a way. I still couldn’t relate to the atrocities she had to
deal with every day, but I realized that her story is like a lot of others in
the world. While the government laments about welfare and how it’s a vicious
cycle, a money pit, this story made me realize that they don’t care at all
about the people accepting the welfare checks. They only care about how much money
they spend and don’t fix the problem at the root. Nobody ever helped Precious,
even when she told the nurses that her baby was fathered by her own father. Nobody
ever asked her if she understood what she was being taught, and was pushed
through the system until one teacher decided to take the initiative to suggest
alternative school for her. This book is also about going farther than
appearances. From the outside it would seem that Precious was stupid, and was just
like all the other stereotypes growing up in Harlem; an unintelligent teenage
mother destined to become a drain on the city. If you really got to know her
though you understood that she was a girl just trying to get through a heart
wrenching and terrible situation, and that she had a hunger to learn and better
her prospects, if only someone would give her the chance. This book taught me
to look beyond first impressions, and that even though sometimes life deals you
a horrible hand you can still persevere and find goodness in it, and be a good
person yourself. It was an extremely inspiring book.
Sorry for the comment posted so farr after the fact, but I wanted to ask you what you thought of the style and language of the novel? How did these two elements have an impact on your reading experience?
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