It’s freaking terrible.
And I somehow
have had fond
memories of that book, but I have now come to realise that’s mainly because I read
a revised children’s version of it. This original book is too detailed and
boring, but I am convinced to stick with it.
Come what may.
I’m handing in my analysis on Monday, so not much more time left to suffer. And I also have to re-read and analyse Candide by Voltaire this weekend.
In other uni news I am now doing a course in children’s and young adult books, which is semi-interesting and semi-boring. I like the history of the children’s book and I like YA, but I slowly start twitching every time they bring up Robinson Crusoe and how important and revolutionary it was for literature.
I want to read some Russians and some Proust and maybe some old-timey Brits.
So yeah, I’ll try to get all the reviews for the plays done this weekend – I just got so bored of them after having analysed them to death. It’ll be short reviews, and I will be done with Crusoe (I hope) and Candide, and the joy of reading shall once more return to me.
As you were.