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.
Tag: Classics
I haven’t really been feeling the holiday atmosphere this year. Possibly because of quarantine, possibly because of how busy I’ve been, possibly because of a combination of factors I haven’t even considered. But the fact remains that it’s over halfway through December, Christmas is in 6 days, and 2020 is, at long last, nearly over.
Nursery rhymes have always been creepy, but this book took it to another level…
Flowers for Algernon is one of the saddest books I have ever read.
Frappes and Fiction 