Boxes in my head

So I have been trying for the past week to start my essay about... well the essay that I have to write about. It is "Unpacking my Library" by Walter Benjamin, and it is very different from the other essays that oter groups have had to write about. This is both good and bad. "Unpacking my Library" is a very easy read...which is a good thing for me the Queen of "There are too many big words and long sentences". But, it is less of an evaluation of an abstract subject like the other essays... which is not a good thing. This is because there is nothing really to evaluate of to interpret about the essay. It is more of a story being told by the author about his past experiences with collecting books. Pretty straight-forward right? So today a few other people in my group and I asked Nigel, after class, about what we should b writing about. And he went and brought up the idea that the essay is not as literal as it seems. That is is more of a giant metaphore for something way bigger... or maybe deeper than what I had thought it was about. I don't want to give away exactly what he had said about it because I want to sound really smart when I read my essay to the class and it contains ideas that no one else thought about (wow I am a self-centered stinker :) ). Maybe this will help other people who read the essay and find that it is very square and palpable compared to the other essays there is more to it than meets the eye (I am now hoping that I am not the only person who did not see this alternate meaning when first reading the essay I would feel really silly about this whole post).