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maddoxsweigart 's review for:
Perelandra
by C.S. Lewis
I wish I liked this book. I wish I hated this book. I wish I felt some sort of emotion towards C.S. Lewis's Perelandra. But I don't. I feel nothing. This was the most beige and bland thing I've ever read. I feel no happiness or anger, just a vague sense of sadness. Sadness that something so devoid of any emotion can be loved by so many. Sadness that I spent three hours of my life reading words that floated out of my mind instantly after reading. Sadness that art can be this pointless and pitifully made. I wish it was good enough for me to hate, but it isn't. It's worse than that. Because if it was just a little bit better, at least I would be able to feel something. But now I just feel nothing at all. All I have now is a void that Perelandra should have taken up. Please, for the love of God, don't read this book.