March; the month of further unemployment, lack of success, and possibly bleaching my hair into oblivion.
I’m currently sitting here waiting to see how successfully I have bleached my signature blonde chunk back in. Perpetually pessimistic, I am not hopeful; keep an eye on Twitter for the blow-by-blow commentary.
My desire to read was at an all time low in March, which is why I only read two books. Luckily, I seem to have regained the need to read, so I am hopeful for a reading packed April.
Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut – I am loving it.
Nineteen Eighty-Four by George Orwell
“Our protagonist Winston Smith is a fascinating, multi-faceted character, however, the same can not be said for his female companion Julia; a two dimensional aggravation. Her appearance, sexuality and confidence all reflect elements of masculinity; she is not a feminine creature. At points she attempts to become feminine, wearing make up or desiring to wear dresses, but it is for the sake of a misunderstood convention, reflecting the past traditions Big Brother rejects, rather than expressing her female side. Whether this is Julia adapting to her patriarchal environment, or a reflection of Orwell’s attitude towards women, I do not know.”
The Rats by James Herbert
“While the story itself was an uninteresting one, Herbert’s talent lied in his characterisation and mutant rats. Each character that dies is gifted with a rich character profile, detailing their lives almost from beginning to end. This enabled an element of sympathy for their deaths, which you might be deprived of with other en-mass killings – you become emotionally involved in the story.”