Why is it that most classic novels are just so tragic?
I went to the library to borrow more books yesterday and was more than successful in filling my arms with must-reads. However, I was in a jolly mood upon returning home and was looking forward to settling down with a good, happy book when I realized that much to my disappointment, all the classic literature I had borrowed were quite somber!
The books I borrowed were:
Lord of the Flies
All quiet on the Western Front
Hunchback of Notre Dame
The eye of the Storm
I am now in the midst of "All quiet on the western front" (I decided on this book because it was the thinnest), and I must say, this book is incredibly well-written and its significance is no surprise to me. However, it very effectively puts you in a rather depressed state of mind. War is a horrible, wretched thing and this book is really, really affecting me. I guess that is the sure sign of a really good book...
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