It took me forever to finish this 600+ page book. I had a hard time making myself pick it back up when time would necessitate my setting it down.
Yet it had some interesting themes, chiefly that of a mother's love for her sons. This was not a natural of healthy love, however. This was an obsessive love which killed her marriage (or perhaps was a result of her dead marriage--which came first?!) and handicapped her sons so that they were incapable of experiencing love or a healthy lasting relationship with a woman. As it can be very easy for women to find their identity in their children--to live their entire lives in and for their children--I thought this was a great illustration of what can happen when women make an idol of family. But I'm not sure I needed to read THIS. MANY. PAGES to get it! :)
I really liked the idea of the book, it just got rather drawn out for me. I can understand why it's "a classic", however, as it's one of those that crawls into the mind and hangs around to be pondered later.
Well, you.....effectively made me not want to read it. :D
ReplyDeleteChuckle. That's probably a good choice on your part. If it had been 200-300 pages, it would have been worth the read. I think people had more time to read tomes back then--kinda like they had more time to digest Dickens-style sentences!
DeleteBlech. I'm glad you read it so that I don't have to. That is how this works, right?
ReplyDeleteHeh, heh, yes, sometimes I read them and then try to persuade you to read what I read; other times I read so I can save you the time. ;)
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