There are so many good lines by Carroll. This one has always been my favourite. I’ve always had cats growing up, my life isn’t whole without one. What I would give for a cat to grin at me.
I loved anything that had to do with horses growing up. Black Beauty was a beautiful story, but as I grew up the cruelty inflicted upon the horses affected me more and more. Now I don’t think I can read the story again. All I remember is poor Ginger and the lack of understanding that horses are creatures too. When I worked at an after school program my head teacher decided to read this story, one chapter every afternoon, to our kids. I asked if she was sure she wanted to do that, for she hadn’t read the book before. I’ll never forget the look on her face when she read aloud Ginger’s fate. The kid’s faces weren’t much better, but it’s all apart of growing up isn’t it?
The horror, the horror of this book. I’ve read it three times and each reading I loath it slightly more. It’s only 80 pages and still I don’t understand what happens and I get frustrated at the ending each time. What is the point?! (Okay I know the point is finding the doctor, but the ending – ugh, kill me I’m so bored) I can appreciate the literary significance of Conrad’s words, but I have never liked this book. I hate it. My heart is full of darkness when I read this book. What can I say? It’s just not for me.
Maybe it’s because I’ve never seen any visual adaptations of Frankenstein that I adored this classic. Can’t say the same about Bram Stoker. I had no idea what was going to happen and was heavily intrigued by the humanity that develops within the monster. I was totally on the monster’s side and loved this gothic horror of skill.