Book 3 of my literary adventure is Lord of the Flies, by William Golding. I remembered that I had read this book in high school, and from what I could remember I really hadn't liked it. Nonetheless, I still wanted to reread it to see if my feelings regarding this novel would change. Upon my second time reading it, I realized that most people have probably read it during their high school years since it seems to be a classic.
Lord of the Flies is a story about a group of young British boys that find themselves stranded on a desert island after a plane crash. They are left to fend for themselves until a possible rescue comes. As one young boy named Ralph is voted Chief, a plethora of feelings arise out of the group of boys: jealousy, anger, hope, savagery, freedom, despair and vengeance, in no particular order. The human nature is the topic of interest in this book since it is constantly at the forefront of all occurring events. Albeit I found the novel as a whole to be readable and quite enjoyable at times, for some inexplicable reason I did not really like it. I don't know why exactly, but there's something missing. Maybe I'll find out what that is sooner of later. Perhaps the general weirdness of the story made me doubt its credibility...
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