Lately I’ve been wondering about how unique English is. Unlike any of my other scientific and mathematical subjects, it has no right or wrong answer, something a scientific person like myself can’t comprehend to. It’s even harder to write about something that totally contradicts your beliefs. That’s what Life of Pi does. Not only does it contradict my beliefs, but it contradicts itself too. That’s not all, but English examiners expect to write about how great this novel is. Let me present you with my metaphor of this situation. It’s like smelling shit and complimenting the delightful odour. Not only that, but making ‘shit’ a perfume for the public and advertising it on TV, and to make it more desirable we’ll have Miley Cyrus in the commercial. It’s then that you will see millions of teenagers standing in queue to buy my ‘shit’ perfume. This is the perfect metaphor of Life of Pi. Not only is it a shit book, but its support from the Canadian government gave it a rank it didn’t deserve. Moreover, it started becoming more famous due to the false compliments it received. But it was too late to return the book, just as it was too late to return my ‘shit’ perfume. I made my money already! You can withdraw it from shops; you lost your money already! Actually psychologically speaking, after awhile, humans will adapt to my ‘shit’ perfume and will believe that it has a great smell. Have you heard the story of ‘Charlie who lived in a garbage pit’? He smelled trash in the morning, afternoon and night that he started regarding it as an odour of refreshment. Once he passed a rich woman with Chanel perfume on and thought to himself, ‘why does she smell like crap?’ Poor Charlie. How do you explain his case?