last wek i ate a buk caled flowers for algernon and it was not hard too reed becus the man in the buk talked wit smal wurds lik i do. i red it reely fast and it was very intresting the tings they did to charly to make him smart. at furst charly was not even as smart as the mous algernon and the mous cud do tings fastr then charly cud lik run in a mayz to find the chees at the end. and charly had frends at the bakery who laffed and made joks with him. but aftr they did the operashun to charly to his brane he started to get smarter and smarter. furst they tauwt him to spel rite by looking at a dikshunary. pretty soon he started to write better and not misspell too many wurds. after that, he began to understand puncuation. Capitalizing words came quickly to him. He realized he was getting smarter. The sad thing was that he also began to realize that the people around him who he thought were his friends were actually just making fun of him and his retardation, and this hurt him. He started feeling emotions he couldn't understand. He began consuming books and information (like me!) and after only a short while, he went from being someone with average intelligence to a genius, and then a super-genius, with intellectual capabilities beyond any normal human being. Il a appris comment parler beaucoup de langues. Realmente, ha imparato parlare tutti. Er war ein ernsthaft intelligenter Mann. But as he surpassed all those around him, he was alone again, different, as he was before the operation. The only one who truly understood him was Algernon, the white mouse who endured the same brilliance as he. And suddenly, as he was contemplating the secrets of existence, he realized that there was a flaw in the science that had made him a genius. A serious flaw. Algernon died, so Charley buried him in his backyard. He wouldn't let the scientists keep him. And he knew that it was just a matter of time before his enlightenment would ebb, and pull away from him like the ocean from the shore. Leaving him with only remnants; scatterings of broken shells that once held cosmic perfection. And somehow he made peace with this, and all his past wounds that went unhealed for so long, and all he held on to were the books, the words that he wished would not leave him. But inevitably, understanding began to draw away, the words became muddled in his mind. He would walk down the streets of new york city and watch the people around him who paid him no attention and looked at the bright lights. he got lost once, but a kind policeman led him home. and sometimes he would forget about the opershun and wonder why things were so different now. but then he rememberd and thought how nice it was too be so smart and got his job at the bakery back and his frends were there and hapy to see him. so it was all OK and evry nite at home charly would lay sum flowers on algernons grave to remembur his frend the mous who was the smartist mous ther evr was. i reely likd the buk very much and i think evryboddy shud reed it too.
Tastiness: tastes lik beootifull
Special Sauce: An ever-changing voice, brilliant insight and character development.
Recommend? charly says yes.
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I remember reading this book and then watching the film adaptation in middle school. The movie shaped my views of college, and for a long time I thought it was all just sitting around on oak-lined campus greenways talking about Shakespeare and quantum mechanics. Turns out, that's all wrong. UMBC taught me that college is mostly about septic ponds and discussions about questionable vibrating tongues and sitcoms starring pop-artists alongside religious icons.
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