Tender is the Night, by F Scott Fitzgerald: It was almost as if F. Scott got bored with his own random ramblings and he decided to hurry and finish it up.

If I’ve ever wanted to stop reading a book, it was this one. I hated reading it. The storyline wasn’t *horrible*…it was okay. But Fitzgerald rambled on and on and on about things totally irrelevant to situations throughout the entire book. From paragraph to paragraph, he often skipped forward or backward vast amounts of time. […]

A Tale of Two Cities, by Charles Dickens: I am surprised that this was all the story was about.

  This is the first and last Charles Dickens novel or any 19th century novel I will ever read….unless I am stuck on a deserted island and have enough time and concentration to spend on analysing old english. I wish I could read like a literature major…but I can’t. I understood the story…but was struggling so much […]

Of Mice and Men, by John Steinbeck: Just as soon as I thought something interesting was going to happen, it didn’t.

Of Mice and Men was not really a good book. I got tired of reading. I thought it was really boring, it was pointless, and the action was nowhere to be found. I thought it was really, really boring. A book about two guys that need each other. People need each other everyday! When it […]