Book Review: The War of the Worlds (Wells)
Have I read this before: Yes! I think I read this in junior high.
Review: I don’t remember this being as absolutely creepy as it was, haha. I don’t know if “creepy” is even the right word. Ominous? Menacing? Wells does a great job in making the reader feel as if they’re being stalked (or at least watched) by the Martians alongside the narrator, which is wonderfully unnerving.
Favorite Part: When the narrator gets trapped under the house with that other guy, the curate. The narrator’s description of the Martians is – again – unnerving, and the increasing tension between the narrator and the curate is pretty suspenseful.
Rating: 5/10
Oh my
The Time Machine by H. G. Wells is absolutely fantastic. And this is coming from a person whose enjoyment in the world of science fiction used to come solely from Jules Verne.
Sexy, sexy Jules Verne.
After a rather innocuous beginning—in the sense that I thought it would end up to be similar in style and tone as Verne, since Wells apparently idolized the dude (who wouldn’t?)—it took a very different turn than I was expecting and I actually got a bit of an adrenaline rush reading through the 3rd quarter of it. Read it.
And now I’m reading Lolita, which is amazingly well-written but is so similar to some sort of twisted pedophilic tell-all that it’s actually kind of creeping me out. And the 30-minutes bus ride to campus (WITHOUT A TRANSFER, SCREW YOU #7) = excellent reading time, now that I don’t get motion sick anymore.
Today’s song: The Mummers vs. Passion Pit, a mash-up by Stayloose
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