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Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Review: 1984


1984
1984 by George Orwell

My rating: 3 of 5 stars



Only today, when I'd almost finished it, I realized that for the past week, I've been really grumpy only because of this book. I don't know why it made me so angry; I wasn't even conscious of it, but I even couldn't fall asleep easily for a few days. It might have reminded me of our reality, to an extent.

At first, I enjoyed it: the way in which the dictatorship is described, how the people act, and how a smart person has to reject it. The explanation of the reasons and motives for creating the dictatorship was also interesting. What I could not bring myself to accept is how some characters are convinced that immorality and corruption serve to undermine a tyrannical entity. These entities, in my opinion, thrive (and are actually built upon) corruption.


I would give it four stars, really, if it weren't for the negative emotions it stirred in me.



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Thursday, September 4, 2014

Review: The Hobbit


The Hobbit
The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien

My rating: 3 of 5 stars



All I can say about this book is that it's a children's tale written in "adult" language. That is to say that, literarily, it's an exceptional work; but the story wasn't of much interest to me.



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Review: Pride and Prejudice


Pride and Prejudice
Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

My rating: 4 of 5 stars



I'm afraid I liked this novel. Though it is a romantic novel, I like how comic it is most of the time.
I liked the psychological aspect of the story, and couldn't help drawing parallels in my life.
I might have found it a somewhat difficult read, though: it took me a long time to read.



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Wednesday, September 3, 2014

A Very Short Story

    Mr. Whatshisname was a "man of principle". He expected punctuality, hard work, and respect of anyone that ever dealt with him. Expecting the same traits of him was a different story: he was the laziest, most unpleasant person within a radius of half the Earth's circumference. He was born a rich man, and a rich man was all he was. Naturally, he thought his status made him special. He was what a hypocrite would call a decent man; what a decent man would call a hypocrite. He looked upon others with disdain; everyone was his inferior. Especially those that were evidently superior to him in some respect.

    His wife, Lydia, completed him; she was nothing but nice, he was everything but. She'd refused to assume his family name--for obvious social and linguistic reasons--and, although he wasn't particularly abusive of her in any way, disapproved of his ways altogether. To say that he didn't abuse his wife is not to say that he didn't abuse others. She felt that by not reprimanding him--not that she dared--she might be actually endorsing his behaviour. Her father, Mr. Doolittle, had entreated her heartily not to marry her now husband, but--as his name suggests--did nothing to actually prevent it. All the men in her life, she felt, were lazy.

    She left him.