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4.12 AVERAGE
4.12 AVERAGE
I gave it four stars because I cried so much over these sonnets when I was 17 and I cannot forgive Him yet
dark
slow-paced
challenging
dark
emotional
funny
inspiring
mysterious
reflective
sad
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
N/A
Strong character development:
N/A
Loveable characters:
N/A
Diverse cast of characters:
N/A
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
More like a 3.5 stars. It’s been Long since I have read poems and it was very interesting! I enjoyed and marked a few. Most of them were love poems and it was cool to read about different stages of love!
Not a big fan of Shakespeare, but the Sonnets are quite fascinating.
I often forget how much of a literary genius Shakespeare is and I don't know why but his Sonnets slaps. He truly the greatest writer in the English language.
reflective
slow-paced
slow-paced
emotional
relaxing
My lack of enthusiasm for this collection is largely due to my lack of enthusiasm for poetry writ large. That said, I read along with Sir Patrick Stewart as he posted daily and that made the reading very much enjoyable. Following along with him meant at least twice as long to read but that's alright. I don’t appreciate sonnets as much as I probably should, but loved to hearing Sir Patrick read them.
Favorite lines:
All of Sonnet 130. What a great poem.
"But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restored, and sorrows end."
- Sonnet 30
"No more be grieved at that which thou has done;
Roses have thorns and silver fountains mud;
Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,
And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
All men make faults, and even I, in this"
-Sonnet 35
"Farewell, thou art too dear for my possessing"
-Sonnet 87
Favorite lines:
All of Sonnet 130. What a great poem.
"But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restored, and sorrows end."
- Sonnet 30
"No more be grieved at that which thou has done;
Roses have thorns and silver fountains mud;
Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,
And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
All men make faults, and even I, in this"
-Sonnet 35
"Farewell, thou art too dear for my possessing"
-Sonnet 87