Honestly, The Lord Of The Flies left me utterly speechless and shattered. I have not the slightest bit of idea on how I went so long without having ever read it. And even though Golding’s masterpiece is labelled as a book for children, I still was frightened to a point where I could not read the book at night but had to read it during daytime.
With The Lord Of The Flies, William Golding created a, for lack of a better word, deeply unsettling psycho-thriller that fucked up my mind, and left me constantly muttering to myself “I wouldn’t do that, or would I?”. The honest brutality that develops in the boys’ minds kind of fascinated me. It’s no secret that kids do have the ability to be immensely cruel to each other and to adults, but it still took me a few chapters from having solely a vague feeling that some of the boys might not make it off the island alive to realize that that, in fact, was going to happen.
I think I might let some time pass before reading this great book again and then I’ll update this review since I firmly believe there’s a lot more to say about this book, but I might just need another read to fully discover what else it has in stock.