It's the good girls who keep diaries; the bad girls never have the time. (Tallulah Bankhead)
I never travel without my diary. One should always have something sensational to read in the train. (Oscar Wilde)
For Louis’ extra lesson today, I used The Secret Diary of Adrian Mole for a comprehension exercise. Louis had never read or even heard of Adrian Mole! He didn’t seem too impressed. I love all of Sue Townsend’s books, especially the Adrian Mole diaries. Part of the lesson was that he needed to start his own diary entries. Even less enthusiasm.
Diaries: they always seem like a good idea. A “Secret” place to write down your thoughts, or just a record of what took place each day, or a journal of thoughts and drawings of your emotions.
It sounds brilliant. I procure a really pretty booklet, like the one in the photo. I have a few of them, on my bookshelves. I really want to make a meaningful journal with words and art reflecting my days. I even have a few art books on journaling and altered books, as inspiration. I enjoy making journals of holidays we’ve had, with photos and mementoes. They are lovely to look at – even if I say so myself. I am happy for everyone to look at them.
But when it comes to putting my own feelings down on paper, peeling away layers of Self, I am less eager to do this… Freud would probably have had some interesting thoughts on this [avoidance?] behaviour!
So what do YOU think?
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