I'm currently reading Lord of the Flies by William Golding, and to tell the truth, I'm horrified. Thong warned me beforehand - it's a morbid book. I was appalled at Huxley's Brave New World, even more so at The Destructors by Graham Greene, but none of them has actually affected me as much as LotF. The group of boys, barely reaching teenhood, displaying barbarism when away from civilisation.. just irks me. I have no idea why it's getting to me like that. I'm disturbed, but yet I've come across so many books exploring the negative aspects of human nature. I just don't know why LotF is affecting me so much.
Anyway, shifting away from all the morbidity, Liverpool plays Charlton tonight. I hope they win, since they've always been so inconsistent. Their form sheet says WLWLW. Which team is so inconsistent as to win and lose alternating games? It's really confusing, but I guess Rafa Benitez is still trying to reshape the team and find the suitable starting XI.
I'm honestly kinda bored now. Prolly gonna finish up on LotF and start on Orwell's 1984 - another social critique.
Vanessa Lim 1:45 p. m.