brb I’m going to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race

will come back
challenging reflective slow-paced
emotional reflective slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven: Character
Strong character development: Yes
Loveable characters: Complicated
Diverse cast of characters: No
Flaws of characters a main focus: Yes
challenging funny reflective medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven: Character
Strong character development: Yes
Loveable characters: Yes
Diverse cast of characters: No
Flaws of characters a main focus: Yes

did not understand a single thing lol
dark reflective medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven: Character
Strong character development: Yes
Loveable characters: No
Diverse cast of characters: No
Flaws of characters a main focus: Yes

It was okay, I was not a huge fan of the writing style itself and I did not particularly like parts of the story, but I'm sure others would like this a whole lot more than I did. I would not have read this unless I had to for university.

My brother found this in a book exchange, and I was going to finish it quickly, but life and other books/commitments caught up, and it took me a while.

That said!

I loved the style of the writing. It was very easy to slip into, and very hard to slip out of. It was actually pretty fascinating, up until the fourth chapter and the fifth, when most of the writing was taken up by detailed descriptions of hell (my thought: It certainly doesn't sound like a very nice place), philosophical discussions, etc. Even those were semi-enjoyable, and pretty educational, but… eh.

One thing I didn't find as enjoyable was the sudden picking-up of some thread I'd never seen or heard of before, following it a bit, and then dropping it, like the bit where Stephen asks his younger siblings where his father is, and the boy replies in code. WHY? We're never told.

Still, very enjoyable, and easy to read if you don't worry about what it all means.

I was really looking forward to reading this. I was cured of this from almost the first word of the book. I stuck with it though, forcing myself through it - and force was necessary. I am reminded, once again, that just because something's a Great Work of Literature doesn't mean it's a Good Book.