I was well into my fourth month post injury, with no real signs of progress. That summer, it seemed unthinkable that either Jane or I could carry on with our lives after experiencing the horror of the red room.\r\n\r\n The most recent time I read , I was working at a center that provides temporary housing for homeless women and preschool education for their children.
Reading made the pain almost indescribably worse, yet I couldn’t resist. There, I observed many kinds of metaphorical red rooms.
Now, well versed in the feeling of failure, I am also educated in perseverance and success.
I use these experiences to help those who come my way.
Our travels all over the country and the world taught me the importance of adaptability and an open mind.
With these characteristics, I am always able to communicate to whomever I speak to, regardless of their language or culture.\r\n\r\n Shelf Four is the stinging slap I received from reality in my early teens.
I will look upon this shelf in the future with a sense of wholeness, because I know that this bookshelf is me.","_modules_admissions_9_content_0_body":"field_58dd957c14807","modules_admissions_9_content":["body"],"_modules_admissions_9_content":"field_58dd956c14806","modules_admissions_11_tag_text":"Brontë","_modules_admissions_11_tag_text":"field_58dd955014803","modules_admissions_11_heading":"The Red Room","_modules_admissions_11_heading":"field_58dd955614804","modules_admissions_11_lead":"","_modules_admissions_11_lead":"field_58dd955e14805","modules_admissions_11_content_0_body":"My name is Brontë, and if you ask me, I’ll tell you my favorite book is . Throughout my life, I’ve read this book a total of three times, although it would be untrue to claim that the same person read it each time, as I believe I’ve been drastically different people at each reading.\r\n\r\n The first time I read it, I was in fourth grade.
I’d been raised on a diet largely composed of poetry and dreams, nurtured by parents whose literary tendencies allowed me to read just about anything.
My brother and I had spent most of our childhood wandering around the woods, creating fantasy worlds akin to those that we read about.\r\n\r\n My family has books where other families have religion, as well as books where other families have furniture.
Our coffee and tea mugs often perch haphazardly on shifting geological structures of multicolored novels.