Ah, the classics. Always an entertaining bunch.
Tag: Classics
By far my favorite part of January is the opportunity it provides to wax poetic about my favorite books of the year. I read so many great books in 2022, and I cannot wait to talk about the best books from this year that I want to recommend for you to read.
There’s a lot to unpack in this book.
Does anyone remember that time when the government put us on semi house arrest for like a year because of a disease? And it sucked?
This play was surprisingly clever and hilarious– though I suppose I should not have been surprised as it is Oscar Wilde.
This isn’t my favorite of Vonnegut’s books, but it was still an interesting read.
The Metamorphosis is a very weird little book which is just one long extended metaphor. And I’m going to go ahead and interpret the hell out of it now because we all know I am very very knowledgeable about Literature.
So, the narrator of this book is utterly unhinged.
It’s hard to escape problematic classics. Like it or not, literature has been and always will be steeped in the zeitgeist in which it was written.
2001: A Space Odyssey is by far the most disturbing movie I have ever watched. So what about the book?
The timeless tale of a literal– and figurative– witch hunt.
Yes: George Orwell wrote more than just Animal Farm and 1984, in fact.
My very first PKD. A rite of passage, perhaps? That was really… weird, but interesting.
This book really messed with my head.
Back to the fiction world for today’s set of mini-reviews! Today I’ll be reviewing The Rose Code by Kate Quinn and Passing by Nella Larson.
I read MANY different types of books. I’ve never been one to limit myself to a single genre, and I often find myself bouncing back and forth between several different favorites. Today, I decided to share some of my favorite books across the genre spectrum, because I’m sure that’s what you 100% definitely want to read right now.
Short stories are CRIMINALLY underrated. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever written about short stories on this blog. I do read them sometimes, but definitely not as often as I read full-length novels. But I don’t think they get enough appreciation.
This book has some of the most long-winded and sesquipedalian (I wanted to use that word so badly) prose I’ve ever read, but I somehow managed to finish it in one afternoon, glued to my Kindle the entire time.
It was the best of reading months, it was the worst of reading months, it was the month of 5-star reads, it was the month of my worst slump yet, it was the beginning of spring, it was the intensity of school stress, it was sunny days, it was calculus practice tests.
It’s cliché but true: words are powerful.
Frappes and Fiction 