Heart of Darkness
Well, dear reader, it's been forever since I last made known my adventures in the land of literature. I've given some thought to the significance of literature in general. Isn't it almost as a reflection of our real world, the personhood of a book, almost a soul, just like we see things personally, so every book speaks as a person of its own, except its body is made of thin leaves with a glued spine. To me, the physical book and storytelling are the most compelling elements of literature and that's why I read fiction. Now, since the beginning of this year I've not been an active reader because I fell in love, got married, and expanded my territory, venturing forward with a bigger clan and with my beloved by my side. Life is great. I thank God. In April, I took up Camus novel The Plague, but two-thirds into the book, I had to DNF it, as my book-people say, did not finish. Then I took on Steinbeck's magnum opus, East of Eden, and finished just in time for my s...