Lord of the Flies, William Golding
So far, the books from my Ideal Bookshelf are books I’ve read multiple times.
The Invasion, twice.
Marvel 1602, lost count.
Lord of the Flies, at least three times, possibly four.
The first time I attempted to read Lord of the Flies, I was in 5th grade and was reading it at my mom’s behest. I don’t really remember much about my impressions the first time reading it. I think it was a bit over my head for a 5th grade reading.
I am pretty sure I read it again, sometime in middle school, but alas, I cannot put my finger on exactly when. Mayhaps, in 8th grade?
My freshman year provided another opportunity to read it, as it was assigned reading along with The Pearl (which made me think I would always loathe Steinbeck, not the case) and Romeo and Juliet (which made me think I would always loathe Shakespeare, also, not the case). Whether it was my disdain for the other two assigned readings (and how they were presented in class) or my finding Lord of the Flies to be a more mature version of Gary Paulsen’s Hatchet, I loved it.
A survival story, sans adults, but with a look at how society works and how society thinks.
A Hatchet with constant moose attacks where the good guy doesn’t walk away unscathed and may not even walk away at all.
Kind of like life.