Book Report

This is the second book report for 'The Old man and the Sea'.
This time I wrote it in a diary form. It is from Manolin's point of view.

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Wednesday evening

Dear Diary,

                      Today I woke up really early. I woke up early because I had to make sure the Old man went out to the sea safely. I hope he catches the biggest fish that can be found in this ocean. It is already the 85^th day he is starving. I went back to my house and helped my mother with the breakfast. She seemed pleased with my attitude. I usually am not able to wake up this early to help my mother with the breakfast.

 I was still thinking about the old man when I went to the fisherman, whom I was getting taught. He is quite nice but he is not friendly at all. He is stiff and doesn’t talk the whole trip. Fishermen usually don’t open their mouth when fishing, but I always did with the Old man. Helping him with what he caught and he helping me of what I caught. We used to make jokes and sing songs to get over with the tiredness, but not anymore. I hope the Old man is doing fine. I have been praying for him to catch the finest fish anyone can ever catch. I think I was very distracted today in my fishing class. The fisherman kept on grumbling at me about my lack of sincere.  I don’t know why I am so into thinking about the Old man. He should be fine. He would be complimenting how the ocean is so beautiful and wide today, he will bless the waves for splashing against his boat so musically. The Old man loves the ocean no matter if it never provided fish to him or did. He will be still smiling widely when he comes back to the shore with zero fish. He would tell me stories of the ocean today. I shouldn’t worry about the Old man, he should be fine.

 This is what exactly I was thinking for the whole day. But I am still worried. The Old man didn’t come to shore at afternoon. Some fishermen came back to shore and they were drinking beer and resting safe on land. What hold the Old man from coming back to shore with his typical smile? If he came back then, then we could drank beer together talking like last time. I am really worried about him. I hope he didn’t get lost in the middle of the ocean and not knowing where to go. What if he doesn’t have enough strength to pull a fish up? Maybe the fish is too big, fat and stubborn for him to pull it up? I hope he will come back to shore fast with loads and loads of fishes on his boat. All the fish that he wasn’t able to seek for 85 days!

 It is already 7 in the evening. The Old man usually comes back to shore at 6:30. Something should be wrong. I am going to be eating dinner in 15 minutes. I really want to see the Old man coming to shore and smiling at me before I go eat my dinner. My parent thinks I am really stubborn child. And I think it is true. I know that just waiting here worrying won’t make anything different and make the Old man come to the shore safe. But I just keep on doing it. I just have to or I won’t be able to stand it. I have been worrying and worrying but I still can’t see even a tip of Old man’s boat at the far end of the sea. The sun has been setting and it is now meeting with the sea and the sea is turning orange. What a beautiful scene, I hope I could see this with the Old man right now. But I still can’t see him. Maybe something went really wrong with the Old man. I need to find it out someway. I have got 5 minutes till my dinner, I must to see him. He has to come to the shore some how. He just has to.

 I waited for as long as I can but it looks like he won’t come back in a few seconds. I am terribly worried. I don’t want the Old man to just disappear like this, now my only hope is to wait for him tomorrow in the morning. Maybe I can wake up really early and help my mother with the breakfast first. She said that would be really appreciated.  But I should go now. The Old man must be in his shack tomorrow morning.

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I think I will be writing more of 'The Old man and the Sea' book reports.