“But I don’t want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin.”
I believe this book was oversold to me. I went in with such high expectations that it was bound not to reach them from the get-go.
I was totally and completely sold on the philosophy and morals behind this story. And because of this I really do understand why it’s a classic, but to be honest it didn’t thrill me as a novel. I don’t think enough happened, I wanted to know more about the psychologies of the characters and I felt a little underwhelmed by it all.
It took a lot of effort to plod along with it, which is really disappointing. I’ve given it three stars because I appreciate it as a piece of literature, but not so much as a piece of entertainment. But I suppose that’s not what it was for.
Note to self: never let people get your hopes up on a book in the future.
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