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3.86 AVERAGE
3.86 AVERAGE
Among other things, I thought this was a super rendering of what looking back on a 22-year-old brain is like.
dark
emotional
funny
reflective
sad
slow-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
challenging
emotional
sad
tense
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
Strong character development:
No
Loveable characters:
No
Diverse cast of characters:
Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
dark
emotional
sad
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Complicated
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
No
Loveable characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
dark
emotional
sad
tense
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
Strong character development:
No
Loveable characters:
No
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
So moving, so incredibly sad. I was just knocked for 6 reading this, I can't imagine going through what Sophie did.
Young aspiring writer from the South moves to Brooklyn.
Just finished my second reading. The first time I was much closer to the narrator's age (22), and now (29) the parts of the book that were so shocking to me seem less so, and I think I may have connected with the more subtle, and deeply moral, themes of the story.
Stylewise, it's more flowery than I remember. The language and its flow is decidedly Southern, and I guess in this day and age it is a bit outré for less attuned readers. But I forgive you, Willie Styron!
Just finished my second reading. The first time I was much closer to the narrator's age (22), and now (29) the parts of the book that were so shocking to me seem less so, and I think I may have connected with the more subtle, and deeply moral, themes of the story.
Stylewise, it's more flowery than I remember. The language and its flow is decidedly Southern, and I guess in this day and age it is a bit outré for less attuned readers. But I forgive you, Willie Styron!
Filled another gap in my classical reading. I did not enjoy this. It was the stuff Oscar-nominated movies are made of - bleak, horrible, heart-wrenching material. The fact that it is evocatively and eloquently written (excessive descriptions of sexual fluids notwithstanding) doesn't make up for the horror, for me. Just the same as I don't choose to watch the Oscar misery, I kind of wish I hadn't chosen to remedy this educational miss.