Womanpuncher69

5y

one of my favourite romance novels of all time

Yuzzy

5y

Bro f*** them pigs
All seriousness though this was pretty great, funnier than I expected. 1984 next!

New NIGHTMAN

5y

also loved animal farm, but then found 1984 kinda boring

interested to hear your thoughts when you finish

gennycraig

5y

Loved it. The ending felt just a bit rushed for me and not in the normal sense it just felt like he had to put a temporary bow on a lot of the main plot lines in the book.

But, overall, the story was amazing. I read it quicker than I did book 1, lol.

Even where I am in book 3 I still struggle with liking shallan’s character. She is so pretentious, but he is writing her to have this ‘mysterious’ vibe, but also super complex?? Idk, man... I catch myself praying for a non-shallan chapter every time I am finishing one up, lol.

What you think on shallan?

Jim Halpert

5y

i dont love shallan. im actually a bigger fan of Veil than her. she has a big role to play and i get that but she is my least favorite character to read about

WOR really sold me on adolin. love that dude

damn so youre reading about young dalinar? you lucky b******

Kub

5y

The Stranger by Albert Camus 5/5

Marcus is Dust

5y

About to read this

New NIGHTMAN

5y

also loved animal farm, but then found 1984 kinda boring

interested to hear your thoughts when you finish

Yuzzy

5y

I liked it, but def preferred AF. The image of the future is imposing and worth seeing to be able to avoid it, but the narrative wasn't as strong for me, part 2 in particular kinda lagged. Whatd you think?

New NIGHTMAN

5y

Definitely agree with you

Part 1 was pretty boring
Part 2 dragged (especially the part where we're just reading goldstein's book)

But i really enjoyed part 3, and i liked the way it ended

AF was so amazing to me that maybe i hyped myself up too much for 1984, but either way i didnt like that much

New NIGHTMAN

5y

Definitely agree with you

Part 1 was pretty boring
Part 2 dragged (especially the part where we're just reading goldstein's book)

But i really enjoyed part 3, and i liked the way it ended

AF was so amazing to me that maybe i hyped myself up too much for 1984, but either way i didnt like that much

KURCOBANE

6y

The picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde

5/5

One of my, if not the favorite book I’ve read this year. The prose is really really beautiful. I really enjoyed the conversations between Lord Henry and the various other characters, I did not expect that a classic can make me laugh that much. It was also very clever of Wilde to not specify all the horrific sins Dorian committed, giving the reader the possibility to figure out which would be the most horrific sins for themselves. Or as Wilde himself put it: “each man sees his own sin in Dorian Gray. What Dorians sins are nobody knows.”

My favorite quote from the book:

There are few of us who have not sometimes wakened before dawn, either after one of those dreamless nights that make us almost enamoured of death, or one of those nights of horror and misshapen joy, when through the chambers of the brain sweep phantoms more terrible than reality itself, and instinct with that vivid life that lurks in all grotesques, and that lends to Gothic art its enduring vitality, this art being, one might fancy, especially the art of those whose minds have been troubled with the malady of reverie. Gradually white fingers creep through the curtains, and they appear to tremble. In black fantastic shapes, dumb shadows crawl into the corners of the room and crouch there. Outside, there is the stirring of birds among the leaves, or the sound of men going forth to their work, or the sigh and sob of the wind coming down from the hills and wandering round the silent house, as though it feared to wake the sleepers and yet must needs call forth sleep from her purple cave. Veil after veil of thin dusky gauze is lifted, and by degrees the forms and colours of things are restored to them, and we watch the dawn remaking the world in its antique pattern. The wan mirrors get back their mimic life. The flameless tapers stand where we had left them, and beside them lies the half-cut book that we had been studying, or the wired flower that we had worn at the ball, or the letter that we had been afraid to read, or that we had read too often. Nothing seems to us changed. Out of the unreal shadows of the night comes back the real life that we had known. We have to resume it where we had left off, and there steals over us a terrible sense of the necessity for the continuance of energy in the same wearisome round of stereotyped habits, or a wild longing, it may be, that our eyelids might open some morning upon a world that had been refashioned anew in the darkness for our pleasure, a world in which things would have fresh shapes and colours, and be changed, or have other secrets, a world in which the past would have little or no place, or survive, at any rate, in no conscious form of obligation or regret, the remembrance even of joy having its bitterness and the memories of pleasure their pain.