Me and Moby D

Look who's back in country!

A week later, and they're still married. They may just figure out this marriage thing.

This, though, is a bit misleading:

Rabbits aren't really that perky. They're usually more like this:

OMG people, I finally finished Moby Dick.

Moby Dick by Herman Melville

In short, I don't recommend it. It took a year off my life. I really do feel like I've been traversing the globe on a whale ship for like ever.

But here's the thing. English and Literature have been my favorite subjects since, like, the beginning of time. And I've never read this book. I'm even to the point that I can usually recognize when other works are alluding to this one, but I'd never read this one! Which, I thought, in the grand scheme of things, is just ridiculous.

Boy, oh boy. I mean, gawww. It took me forever to plow through this. (It's a whale of a book!) Part of it seems Shakespearean; lots of parts read like a play or sometimes a short story; there are songs and lots of science mixed in. It's all over the place (it's a boatload of info!). I would get a lot more out of studying it than simply reading it, obviously, but I'm gonna be careful what I wish for, since I'm taking The American Novel in the fall and could very likely end up having to deal with this again.

I will say, though, that the themes abound and I appreciate that about the book. Melville is a witty (deep!) writer who incorporates phrases and descriptions that stick in the mind (like a harpoon!).

Ok, enough about it. I'm so over it. I'm already 50 pages into my next book.