You couldn’t get any two books more different, but for some reason I read these two around the same time, so who knows how my mindset was.
Fish in a Tree was a book recommended by one of my fifth grade voldies, and I’d read it within the weekend. She’d been surprised, considering I’ve told her I normally read slow, and this one took her a week to finish, but there you have it.
As for Brave New World…yeah, I kept falling asleep in my college Science and Lit class whenever we talked about this book. Which is pretty bleak, considering I absolutely adored the class and I loved some of the books I’d read for it. This one–especially audiobook form–was irritating to listen to. I get that there were grand ideas of a speculative manner, but honestly, I’d needed to get into Huxley’s stash of recreational drugs to get through this one.
Story and Somnomancy 