JanatUrlich said:
In English Lit I'm reading poetry anthologies by Philip Larkin and Carol Ann Duffy and they suck maaaajor donkey balls
But in English Language I'm reading Cupcakes and Kalashnikovs by various female authors and if you can get over the PURE FEMINISM then it's actually a pretty good read.
Also, I read 1984 and Animal Farm for recreational purposes and they were boring as fuck. Still way better than Larkin and Duffy though
Wait, wait, wait just one cotton picking minute there. You're doing English Lit and you have to read poetry anthologies? I'm guessing by the way that you're in your second year of A-Levels, am I right in that assumption?
I did English Lit for one year then dropped it, mainly because I suck at writing essays (mainly why I do Maths now at university). But I loved the actual reading material and kept an eye on the stuff my former classmates were reading and studying during their second year of the course. While I was on the course we did Shakespeare's Antony and Cleopatra (good play but the RSC production we saw in London was shit, the RSC of all people took it entirely out of context) and Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad. We also studied the works of Byron and the Romantics, which were amazing. In the second year my former classmates looked more at the Romantics and also at Twelfth Night. I actually weasled my way onto a trip to see it performed in Stratford, which was lucky because I shouldn't have been on the trip due to not taking the course anymore, but a place was available at the last minute (literally) after someone dropped out right before the minibus was due to leave.
TL;DR: Studied Antony and Cleopatra, Heart of Darkness, poetry of the Romantics. All were awesome.
On the flipside, I wasn't a fan of some of the GCSE stuff we had to do, which was mainly war poems from WW1 and short stories from ethnic authors. Fine, the stories were okay, but the poetry really grated on my nerves in general, even if a few poems were alright (In Flanders Fields was the main one that I liked, the rest I could leave well alone).