Contrary to popular belief, I do exist outside of the confines of The Echo. I am very very real. And with this realness, I decided to do some exploration in the literary world during the summer. I branched out to new genres. I found new authors. I read Jurassic Park and am now the proud owner of a procompsognathus.
Jurassic Park is a classic, okay? Fight me over it.
Anyways, lots of new books. Interesting literary experiences. But no mind-blowing revelations graced my mind despite my readings of The Outsiders, Catcher in the Rye, The Handmaid’s Tale, and Dune. I was thoroughly underwhelmed by these books, and I can tell you the three reasons why.
- They’re not intimidating reads like everyone says.
- These authors suck at describing their characters.
- Holy pacing issues.
(Jurassic Park and Raptor Red were the only two free from these issues. God bless dinosaur authors.)
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