I’ve been on a science fiction kick lately and decided it was finally time to go back to how it all began—The Time Machine. This short novel by H.G. Wells was published in 1895 and popularized the concept of time travel. While I think our idea of time travel has changed a bit since then, it is definitely easy to see science fiction’s roots in this work.
I really enjoyed the beginning of the book and Wells’ explanation of time being a dimension, like physical planes. I thought it was a sophisticated and convincing argument for being able to travel through time, as you would through physical space. At the same time, I wish there was more explanation about the consequences of such travel—could you change the past? Determine the future? Grow older while living the same day over and over again?
Working at a publishing company means it’s never hard to get book recommendations, and one of the books that has been passed from cubicle to cubicle lately is The Handmaid’s Tale. I had never read anything by Margaret Atwood, but always wanted to, so I was excited when a coworker lent me a copy. Little did I know what I had been missing.
As I’ve mentioned several times before, my favorite books are ones that take me out of my own world while teaching me something about it. I love learning through defamiliarization because it challenges the assumption of normality in our everyday lives. It gives a different perspective on things we have become accustomed to experiencing every day—so much so that we don’t even notice them anymore. But authors like Margaret Atwood make us notice.
Today’s prompt for the 30-Day Book Challenge is a book I have wanted to read for a long time, but haven’t yet. My to-read pile is always huge, so it was not hard to find a book to write about. But now I must admit that I have never read 1984.
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For today’s 30-Day Book Challenge post, I have been challenged to pick a book that makes me sad. I must admit that I kind of like sad books. Sometimes reading about other people’s problems makes your own seem less bad. Still, it was a little hard to remember a book that left me feeling very sad. Usually there is a sense of closure at the end of sad books that makes them a little more bearable. But as I was scrolling through Goodreads, I came across a book I remember being distraught over in 6th grade, and then again when I had to read it in college: Flowers for Algernon.