Maybe it's because I can't write them without sounding cheesy. Maybe it's because I have repressed ADD. Whatever the reason, I am not into drawn out descriptions. If this makes me sound immature, I guess I have to sacrifice that and I recognize that descriptions, when tastefully done, can be lovely and poetic. I also believe, however, that you should not have to read the same page four times simply because you couldn't tell what was going on between the descriptions of the sunset and how it reflected off the lagoon.
I'm pretty sure that Lord of the Flies was beautifully written. It was well crafted and theorized and visualized. It was an interesting look at human beings. It was also very descriptive which, at times, was beautiful. At other times, my eyes glazed over and I had to put the book down before I fell asleep, as I am close to doing now. *yawn*
It was also a bit depressing. Pre-pubescent boys can be a bit disheartening. And thinking about how quickly one would use their humanity in some such situation is scary. But I would hope that my personal version of LotF would look more like Flight 29 Down which, in case you're oblivious to obscure Disney channel shows, was a relatively terrible children's television show that I loved about a group of high school aged kids getting stranded on a South Pacific Island.
I can think of nothing else to right and it's getting late so I will just go. In conclusion, Lord of the Flies was interesting and intriguing but a bit too descriptive for my taste.
Next book is Persuasion by Jane Austen. I'm excited for this one, I must say.
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