Stoner by John Williams

Stoner. As a title it has some shock value to it, but the book is anything but anything that may come to mind when first reading it. It follows one protagonist from youth to death, all the highs and all the lows that he encountered over the many years he was alive. There isn’t that much to the story when you read the blurb at the back of the book and then as you read, but there is something that makes it even relatable to the readers.

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Dracula – Bram Stoker

Oh my this book took forever.

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Dracula seemed to take me a fair bit of time to read, let’s face it, there is only so many vampire books that I can read in a year. Also, it is not the most comfortable text to hold, there are many pages and the binding was relatively stiff, making it hard to find a comfy reading position. And unfortunately, it is not the most gripping at some points, which could be due to the way it is written, that being the epistolary format, so not a favorite.
Another issue that I had with this book, is that I could not find the climax. It seemed to have a slight rising action at the start, and then a more flat one in the middle, and a relatively steep one at then end, and seems to reach the climax in the last pages of this 454 page book, which can be a little disappointing. This is followed by a rather rapid falling action.

I gave this book 2 out of 5 stars on Goodreads, which makes me a little sad, but what are you going to do when you just were not that into the book. I feel like classics could be a hit and miss for some. Some people obsess over them and enjoy every single one, but I personally do not seem to fit into that category. Overall, I would not have read this book had it not been on my reading list for my Victorian Literature course at university.

Quotes from the text:
It seems the further east you go the more unpunctual are the trains. (3)
… there are bad dreams for those who sleep unwisely. (39)
For life be, after all, only a waitin’ for somethin’ else than what we’re doin’, and death be all the we can rightly depend on. (89)
Remember, my friend, that knowledge is stronger than memory, and we should not trust the weaker. (145)
… Lucy lay in her coffin, strewn with the wild garlic flowers, which sent, throughout the odor of lily and rose, a heavy, overpowering smell into the night. (206)
God does not purchase souls in the wise; and the Devil, though he may purchase, does not keep faith. (367)

The Great Gatsby – F. Scott Fitzgerald


The Great Gatsby is one of those novels that people either shelve, read out of interest, or are obligated to read. I was both interested in reading it as well as needing to read it for as an English class assignment. It is not a boring book, there are numerous descriptions and assumptions can be made by the reader. True, I had watched the movie three times before reading it, and the movie is not true to the novel, but it did aid with picturing the characters and the setting of the story. It’s a novel with 9 chapters, making it a quick read that is in fact gripping. Fitzgerald’s metaphorical descriptions of settings are really what bring the whole book to life and it is hard to come upon such descriptions like the one of the Valley of Ashes in chapter two. I would recommend this book to anyone and it truly is a novel that is in fact a modern classic and will continue to be due to the modern way events are conveyed.

I gave this book 4 out of 5 stars on Goodreads.

Quotations worth noting;
“roaring drunk from sheer embarrassment” (44)
“I like large parties. They’re so intimate. At small parties there isn’t any privacy.” (50)
“Angry, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, I turned away.” (169)
“Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgasic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter — tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther…. And then one fine morning —
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.” (172)