Henry James, You Can Take That Screw And...

Daisy Miller bored me no end. It was snobby and over done. Unfortunately, I had to make my way through it for a class I was doing. But I thought I'd give Henry James the benefit of the doubt with The Turn of the Screw. After all, lots of people have said it's exactly the kind of story I'd enjoy. That may be the case, but good Lord, that prose is dreadful.

The sentences were far too long, and the syntax was clumsy. The language itself wasn't pretty or interesting enough to warrant slowing down to figure out what he was actually trying to say. It was hard work, and it really wasn't worth it. 13 pages in and I wanted to throw the thing in the bin. I'm genuinely quite alarmed at how horrible it was to read. I couldn't care less anymore about what story I might be missing out on. There, that's now the second book I have had to put down without finishing. The man had a cheek to be remotely negative about Thomas Hardy. What an idiot.

I'm so angry about my disappointment that I'd happily be rid of the book. So if anyone out there is curious enough, or if anyone actually likes the book then you can have it. It's a 100% recycled Penguin classic edition, and it's yours. For the first follower to send me an email: bethany.anderson26@gmail.com

Swiftly moving onto more pleasant things in life; wine and the Eurovision song contest (yes, even that).