At long last, a series of posts detailing why I learned Russian! Since it’s a pretty random language to learn, you may have wondered why I bothered spending so much time learning it. Wonder no more, intrepid reader, for I will explain it all! Also, I know I blogged about this before, but I plan to rehash everything in greater detail now. 🙂
My favorite books growing up were mostly historical fiction. One such book was Anastasia by Carolyn Meyer of the Royal Diaries series. I read a lot of the Royal Diaries series, and as far as I can remember, only the one about Anastasia had a special note in the back about the language spoken where the book takes place. None of the books about France or Germany or Spain mentioned French or German or Spanish, but Anastasia had a brief, yet comprehensive note on the Russian language.
I read the book many times and each time I remember thinking how hard it must be to learn Russian. The whole idea of a different alphabet fascinated me and intimidated me in equal measure.
I studied French and Spanish in school and though they’re nice languages, they were never my favorite subjects. I never felt a deep emotional connection to them. I didn’t know people could have deep emotional connections to languages because I had never felt that before.
(To be continued…)