I was supposed to read at least 180 pages for the Oliver Twist Readalong which is hosted by Allie at A Literary Odyssey. However, midterms got in the way—my World History midterm, in particular, flayed me alive—and, so far, I’ve only read about 90 pages. I intend to catch up tomorrow, since I only have one exam left.
Here are my while-reading thoughts:
- Wow, Oliver Twist is easier to read than Great Expectations. I’ve reached the part where Oliver is caught by the cops after his friend the Arful Dodger tries to steal a handkerchief which, judging by the context alone, were worth a lot during the time. Please correct me if I’m wrong.
- Oliver Twist isn’t as atmospheric as Great Expectations, but it’s funnier and less boring. Charles Dickens is still as wordy, but, somehow, I feel like the extra words actually have a purpose this time—they made me laugh and showed me how bad conditions for the poor were during Charlie’s time.
- Like Great Expectations, there’s already a mystery in the beginning of the story. Who is Oliver Twist’s mother? Basing on Great Expectations, I have a feeling a lot of seemingly unrelated people will be magically connected in the end.
- Why do I keep comparing this book to Great Expectations? It’s better! Okay, I’ll stop now.
- Is it just me or does the narrator *cough.* Charles Dickens *cough.* sound really bitter? Don’t get me wrong. I love his bitterness, especially since he wrapped it up in humor. It’s just that the bitterness almost radiates off the pages.
- Charles Dickens was forced to work at a workhouse when he was a kid, so I keep wondering which events were based on his real-life experiences.
- I need to stop now, because there’s this Philosophy of Man textbook with my name on it, and I still have no idea what Philosophy of Man is. Midterms. Ugh.