Read/reading: Lord of the Flies, Things Fall Apart

Lord of the Flies was an odd one. There were points where it hit me pretty hard, but also long swathes of boredom. It’s impressive, I think, because of how honest it feels, but to achieve that it has to be written in quite an uneven, simplistic manner. To say I liked this would be a stretch, and if you’re looking for something that’s simply written and showcases the dark underbelly of the human psyche, Heart of Darkness is much better, but I can see why it’s seen as an important piece of literature simply because you can read a lot into it, regardless of whether it’s there or not.

I think I might read something silly after the next one.

Finished/starting: A Scanner Darkly by Philip K. Dick, Lord of the Flies by William Golding.

I took my time with this novel, and I think that’s why I ended up enjoying it - the central drug in the story takes those little nervous tics, moments of paranoia and confusion and ramps everything up - so everything’s simultaneously relatable and alien at the same time. Easily better than Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?, and a lot more personally affecting.

I’m scared of the effect that the next book might have on me.