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A review by queer_redhead
Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens
5.0
So, I feel like most Charles Dickens stories that I’ve heard of have an overall meaning to them, right? Like, A Christmas Carol: don’t be a Scrooge and appreciate what you have and always do good. But this book….
I feel like Charles Dickens has some buried trauma that he uncovered while writing this, and that’s the only way I can explain it. He also loves, just, bullying the heck out of these characters.
Oliver Twist is this kid who is an orphan, right? He’s called unlovable multiple times IN THE SAME CHAPTER and he’s so used to it that he doesn’t even care anymore. Well, Mr. Bumble, the Beadle - whatever’s that means, but I can assure you he’s not in a band - practically sells Oliver to this morgue dude who also treats him horribly.
Then Oliver beats the absolute heck out of this skinny guy Noah Claypole (more like Noah Beanpole but whatever) and then he runs away, knowing that some up there in the government guy is gonna hang him for his crimes.
I feel like I should say now that Oliver is ten right now. Like, what kind of evil dude with a white wig is like “Ah yes, not only did he ask for more, but he destroyed a kid who was talking badly about his mother. Obviously we have to hang him!”
Anyways, Oliver runs away and meets this guy, Jack Dawkins, a.k.a the Artful Dodger. And let me just say, whoever coined the name the Artful Dodger needs a sticker. Like, that is somehow the most hilarious yet handsome thing I have ever heard.
Dodger introduces him to this old Jew named Fagin, who literally just teaches kids to steal stuff and at this point the cops are like “welp, we just don’t stop crime anymore.” Like seriously, reading this entire book I was like where are the cops? They’re only shown a few times, but jeez!
I won’t say much more because I’ve spoiled enough, but this story was amazing. The chapters were easily digestible and I loved getting to read about all of the characters and their adventures (even if those adventure involved near death scenarios) and the twists were amazing. I mean, the plot twists, not Oliver Twist.
I feel like Charles Dickens has some buried trauma that he uncovered while writing this, and that’s the only way I can explain it. He also loves, just, bullying the heck out of these characters.
Oliver Twist is this kid who is an orphan, right? He’s called unlovable multiple times IN THE SAME CHAPTER and he’s so used to it that he doesn’t even care anymore. Well, Mr. Bumble, the Beadle - whatever’s that means, but I can assure you he’s not in a band - practically sells Oliver to this morgue dude who also treats him horribly.
Then Oliver beats the absolute heck out of this skinny guy Noah Claypole (more like Noah Beanpole but whatever) and then he runs away, knowing that some up there in the government guy is gonna hang him for his crimes.
I feel like I should say now that Oliver is ten right now. Like, what kind of evil dude with a white wig is like “Ah yes, not only did he ask for more, but he destroyed a kid who was talking badly about his mother. Obviously we have to hang him!”
Anyways, Oliver runs away and meets this guy, Jack Dawkins, a.k.a the Artful Dodger. And let me just say, whoever coined the name the Artful Dodger needs a sticker. Like, that is somehow the most hilarious yet handsome thing I have ever heard.
Dodger introduces him to this old Jew named Fagin, who literally just teaches kids to steal stuff and at this point the cops are like “welp, we just don’t stop crime anymore.” Like seriously, reading this entire book I was like where are the cops? They’re only shown a few times, but jeez!
I won’t say much more because I’ve spoiled enough, but this story was amazing. The chapters were easily digestible and I loved getting to read about all of the characters and their adventures (even if those adventure involved near death scenarios) and the twists were amazing. I mean, the plot twists, not Oliver Twist.