Along that Yellow Brick Road

I decided that I needed a break from all of the heavy reading. I decided to go with a classic, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz. Like most movie remakes of books, the book had a lot more going on that could not fit into a feature length film. The movie also wholly misunderstands Oz as a country, and the book has a lot more blood in it.

Let me begin by saying that Oz isn’t a dream world. It’s a real place where multiple types of these supernatural creatures reside. Also, Dorothy is not a grown woman. In fact, I would say that she is no more than ten. For the most part, forget everything you know about the land of Oz from the movie because it’s completely wrong. The ruby slippers aren’t even ruby; they’re silver.

Now, there are 15 books in the Wizard of Oz series. I counted. I plan on going through every book in giving my thoughts on it and see how the world revolves as it goes on. I know that there a couple more movies out there that take place and Oz, and I want to see how those fit into the storyline. I have watched a Disney version based on the fourth book, and so far, that seems to be the most accurate to the series. I can’t wait to see what I’ve been missing by only watching one movie.

Big Brother

I’ve spent that last couple of years swearing up and down, promising that I would eventually read the classic 1984 by George Orwell. Apparently, it took me getting into grad school to finally fulfill that promise. Like most people who read this book, I knew the general plotline and some key moments that are considered cliché in our modern society. Even with knowing all of that, I couldn’t help but get captured in every single page. I kept promising myself that I could go to sleep once I got to go breaks in the chapter; that didn’t happen. It also felt like the book was written a couple of years ago. It’s just so timeless. I would definitely call this a must-read. I would be remiss, though, if I didn’t warn you about discussions of sexual assault and torture, though.

Down the Rabbit Hole Pt 2

This post should really be called “Through a Mirror,” but I think you guys get the point. This is the sort-of sequel to Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carrol, Through the Looking Glass. I say sort-of sequel because I’m not completely sure that it was the exact same universe. Yes, Alice recognizes some people, but they don’t seem to recognize her. This is still a weird book. There were times that I had to reread chapters because I was confused by what is going on, but I think that is the point. Is it truly supposed to be understood? It still gave me a headache though. And I absolutely do not understand what happened at the end, and I think it’s going to stay that way.

Down the Rabbit Hole Pt 1

This book is severely weird in a hope that as soon as I mention the title of said book, you will get my point. I just read Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland. I mean I watched the Disney version, as well as the first Tim Burton one, but it didn’t prepare me for how weird it was. There were sections that I had to reread several times just so I could get all of the facts straight. The way dialogue was written also threw me off but that is another story. And to be completely honest, I have no clue how the story ended. I think I understand what happened, but I’m still not 100%. I’ve asked other people who have read the book, and they are not too sure about it either. It is a short book so I could reread it again to try and figure it out, but I’m pretty sure it’s not supposed to make sense. I will be reading the second to embrace myself in the weirdness once again. Let’s hope I can get out of that one brain completely intact.

The Sailor’s Life is Not for Me

Recently, I had the pleasure of picking of the wonderfully book entitled Billy Budd by Herman Melville. I was was so inspiring and brought out pure emotion. A tear almost ran down my cheek.

School during World War II was…

I have literally just finished this book called A Separate Peace by John Knowles this morning. It was a book I had to read for school, so I had to read it pretty quick.

Who is the Real Monster?

Recently, I finished reading the classic Frankenstein by Mary Shelley, and it was just as interesting as the first time I read it. From the movies, it always felt that the monster was the monster. After reading it, you realize that that is not the case. The scientist, Victor Frankenstein, is the real monster. The monster, who I have started to called Adam after he read Paradise Lost, is only a monster based on how the others in the Victorian society saw him as. A blind man became Adam’s best friend because he saw who Adam really was instead of the composition of corpses that everyone else saw him as. I, personally would recommend this work, although I do know those who do not like this book. It is that type of book. Either you like it or you don’t.

If you have read this book, tell me what you think. Also, leave book suggestions for me in the comments or scream it at me via Twitter. My handle is @RayaIBoyd. I would love to know what you think.

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