Twenty-Fifteen: I’m doing something I’ve been putting off for far too long. I’m getting serious about reading, again. I’ve dusted off my paperbacks and charged up my Kindle. It’s time to take the time to feed my poor television-adled brain with a selection of healthy, nourishing fiction. So, read on, little brain. Read on. We’re going Book to the Future!
As my fifth book I switched completely into a new genre, style, tone, and level of novel: I’ve opted to read William Golding’s Lord of the Flies, a book (according to Karin) I should have probably read back as part of some English curriculum in high school, but I’ll be damned if I ever did — or at least if I ever remember reading it previously.
Actually, Lord of the Flies has been on my reading list for a long while. It’s one of those novels that I’ve always known I needed to cross-off at some point, particularly since it is such a short, classic work. But also, I’ve felt the need to read this one because it seems to be such a trope defining story that I feel like I know it already and should respect the segment of literature and television it defines by reading the one that originates them all.
I’ve read but the first chapter, so I’ll summarize what I know so far — and what I know from common knowledge: a bunch of boys are dropped onto an uninhabited island as a result of some merely alluded to nuclear, world-ending disaster back home. And lacking a clear social order while simultaneously recognizing the need to survive… well, insert the plot of every episode of Lost or the secret dream of every producer of the reality show Survivor…
…or, I suppose I’ll need to keep reading to see if my expectations match.