I had just finished reading the last novel for my first year seminar course.. It is called the black Madonna by f.g. Raci.. It touches my heart so deep.. It is story about how an Italian woman who had her husband die recently and her children being more and more distant from her.. The small description if how the children impatiently answering questions from their mum from about the English series as their mum don't understand English makes me think of how I treated my mum always so impatiently.. The daughter, Maria had left their house to continue study in university of Toronto.. All the small details touched my heart so deeply as it is so true for me... I couldn't agree with it more.. It is not that I dine all those bad things to my mum but it is true that a lot teenagers are doing that to their parents.. I shed my tears when reading the story and I am glad that I am not like the two children of the black Madonna who are so regret about how they act and regret that they had never try to understand about their parents.. The writer is just too great and it is the very book that really make me feel like it is not merely a fiction.. It represent some part of my life... Anyhow, I am happy to have read 9 novels for this very course.. It is actually an Italian study and I really didn't regret for adding this course into my timetable although it has means so much workload of reading and endless essays for me.. Sorry for the weird English in this post, my emotion is so greatly being stirred up after reading this novel.. It is almost two now and I shall claim my he'd..
