Books!
I checked out three books on Saturday. I read Saturday, Monday, Tuesday and today. I probably would have finished the third book yesterday, had I realized that I was further than I thought in the story.
Brave New World
I think I already blogged about this. I didn't like it. I feel somewhat sad to say it like that, because I do not think my reception of the book is based on Huxley's lack of writing talent. Rather, I think he acquired what he sought, and the emotion was one I did not enjoy. The ending was even less enjoyable.
Four Perfect Pebbles
This is a biography about a family during the Holocaust. This family had it's hopes of escape repeatedly dashed. The daughter of the family had a superstition that if she could find four identical, perfect pebbles, she would be able to save her whole family. It is a sad book, as may be expected. It is simple in its delivery. The message is not oppresive. It is one that is told in a way that says, "this is what it was, and this is who we became afterwards."
The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
I believe that at some point I must have started this story and did not finish it. I do not know why. I am unsure of the author's intentions with the story, but I think that it is an interesting view of what we nurture in ourselves.
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