One of my latest revelations regarding books is that I somehow need to pay my respects to the 17th century classics. That is, read some of the novels I should have read years ago, books most people read as teenagers or at least in college, where they (some of them) are mandatory. Having waltzed very...
kinda ridiculous, but also kinda funny. It's interesting to see Defoe's stance on religion basically undermine the entire story at the end. or does it?
I think that the fact that there weren't any chapters in this book influence my feelings on the book. I never felt like I was gettnig anywhere and it was annoying. The book was okay, but I just couldn't get behind the main character. Maybe I'll stick with Austin. =)
I didn't enjoy it as much as Virginia Woolf, but it holds up pretty well as an insightful faux memoir.Project Gutenberg copy.
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