I just finished "Life of Pi", and....what!?
Actually, it says a lot about the quality of this book that I finished it in two sittings. I am a notoriously slow reader when I'm reading something that doesn't really capture my imagination (I've been slogging through a certain biography bit by bit for the better part of a year) but I can make very short work of something that does. This was the first book in a long time that really compelled me to finish it...I had to have a conclusion.
Now that I'm done, I really don't know what I think yet. It is one of those books where the ending kind of flips around everything that came before it, a tactic I am generally not a fan of, but then again, did it? I'm not sure yet. This is one of those books where I really should go back and re-read parts of it to figure out what everything meant or symbolized, and that tends to make a book more like work then enjoyment. In general, when faced with this situation, I put the book aside and then, like five months later, I'll be in the shower and it'll all come to me.
Of course, I could always go on the internet and read what people have to say...but I hate doing that. Why? I am always afraid to read about books on the internet, because it seems like, no matter what, 9 out of 10 people HATE every single book that is published. The level of negativity about books in general is so depressing...intellectuals wonder why more people aren't reading literary fiction; I'll tell you why. It's because no matter what you like to read, someone will always call you an idiot for liking it.
Of course, thats a lame excuse for not reading more than I do...but I figure the fact that I read at all puts me ahead of most people my age, so thats something.
Actually, it says a lot about the quality of this book that I finished it in two sittings. I am a notoriously slow reader when I'm reading something that doesn't really capture my imagination (I've been slogging through a certain biography bit by bit for the better part of a year) but I can make very short work of something that does. This was the first book in a long time that really compelled me to finish it...I had to have a conclusion.
Now that I'm done, I really don't know what I think yet. It is one of those books where the ending kind of flips around everything that came before it, a tactic I am generally not a fan of, but then again, did it? I'm not sure yet. This is one of those books where I really should go back and re-read parts of it to figure out what everything meant or symbolized, and that tends to make a book more like work then enjoyment. In general, when faced with this situation, I put the book aside and then, like five months later, I'll be in the shower and it'll all come to me.
Of course, I could always go on the internet and read what people have to say...but I hate doing that. Why? I am always afraid to read about books on the internet, because it seems like, no matter what, 9 out of 10 people HATE every single book that is published. The level of negativity about books in general is so depressing...intellectuals wonder why more people aren't reading literary fiction; I'll tell you why. It's because no matter what you like to read, someone will always call you an idiot for liking it.
Of course, thats a lame excuse for not reading more than I do...but I figure the fact that I read at all puts me ahead of most people my age, so thats something.