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The Invisible Man by H.G. Wells
3.0
A quiant inn at the heart of Iping admits accommodation to a guest. They rarely receive guests in their location at that time of year and so the full works shall be provided for this stranger.
Griffin, the stranger in question, is a very unique individual - one of a kind, in fact. He is an invisible man.
H. G. Wells depicts the story of a great chemist, turned physicist's descent into brutality and desperation as he adapts to the world around him.
This novel has an incredibly interesting concept, one that arrested my attention as soon as I saw it in the charity shop.
I consumed the first half of this novel in one sitting and thoroughly enjoyed it...however, there was a noticeable stagnation in my attention in the second half, saved only by the final two chapters.
One reason for my disinterest in the second half may reside in the lengthy descriptions provided by Wells. At times I debated whether things needed to be drawn out this much, resulting in a feeling of boredom. Another reason sits in the language used. This does read like a classic, albeit more accessible than the likes of Wuthering Heights and the sort. Thank god for the footnotes to explain the Latin or simply bigger words Wells used during his story, otherwise I may have fallen off the wagon altogether.
An interesting read, though one I may not happen to frequent again for some time.
Griffin, the stranger in question, is a very unique individual - one of a kind, in fact. He is an invisible man.
H. G. Wells depicts the story of a great chemist, turned physicist's descent into brutality and desperation as he adapts to the world around him.
This novel has an incredibly interesting concept, one that arrested my attention as soon as I saw it in the charity shop.
I consumed the first half of this novel in one sitting and thoroughly enjoyed it...however, there was a noticeable stagnation in my attention in the second half, saved only by the final two chapters.
One reason for my disinterest in the second half may reside in the lengthy descriptions provided by Wells. At times I debated whether things needed to be drawn out this much, resulting in a feeling of boredom. Another reason sits in the language used. This does read like a classic, albeit more accessible than the likes of Wuthering Heights and the sort. Thank god for the footnotes to explain the Latin or simply bigger words Wells used during his story, otherwise I may have fallen off the wagon altogether.
An interesting read, though one I may not happen to frequent again for some time.