As you may have noticed I have a new tab up under my banner called "Conquering the Classics." It's a new feature I'll be doing where I'll read classic books and then give (quick) reviews of them once I've finished. From the page,
The first book I've read from my list is Pollyanna by Eleanor H. Porter."It has always been my goal to read as many "classic" pieces of literature as possible, and when I found 95% of the below titles for FREE on Amazon (for the Kindle), I knew it was finally possible to attempt this goal! I have downloaded all of the titles below and am going to try and do reviews of each after I have finished them. I have no set timeline for this, but I'd like to get through more than half in 2014."
So I got about 10 pages into this book before I realized that it was probably not my kind of book. But I decided to stick it out to the end because I've seen it on so many "must read" lists. This book was just too sappy sweet for my taste and I didn't find it to be particularly well written. Someone "ejaculated" a phrase every few pages and even without today's, ahem, inappropriate connotation it was off-putting simply by it's frequency. The book wasn't quite as predictable as I thought it would turn out to be, but I found the ending to be unrealistically idealistic. If I wanted to read an interesting book about a child being brought up in a big old house by a relative that didn't want them I'd re-read Flowers in the Attic. Just kidding. No seriously, don't read Flowers in the Attic unless you want your entire life to be ruined.