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What is literature ?

Literature is reflect our mind when we talk about literature first question arise in our mind what is Literature. Literature is the mirror of society.It reflects the reflection about social order and also we all think about literature speak to emotions, thoughts, idea, discriminating,arguments and so on.

Literature is vast term and we can get all the things from literature ,we think different \way and reflect our idea our different way of thinking. Literature parted into two perspectives first is individual and second is perspective of society. In literature, society imposed ideas and rules on people’s mind and we have to follow it.

For example if we take the novel by Nathaniel Hawthorne’s ‘The Scarlet Letter’ we can find old mentality of that people. So, if we think about any particular Era of the English Literature it presents that’s time of culture, mindset of people, lifestyle of an individual, habit of that people, education system, religion etc.

How Literature shaped me?

For me Literature give idea to think beyond and express way of own perspective .when we think about reading literature we feel pleasure but not every time that not true because we study like white tiger, oliver twist ,these novel reflects harsh reality of our society.

Literature represent life-long process.any person or group learn literature their point of view.Literature gives enlightenment in our lifes and we also observe those things .Literature gives positive effects and also nagative effect.it all about own perspective we take which way .

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