I’ve finished reading “The Last of the Crazy People” and have started on my chapter notes. It’s surprisingly quite a bit easier than it was last time. I feel like I could just write and write… and that’s a good thing, considering it’s due in ten days. Ten pages, ten days, that means a page a day. But I’ll try to get quite a bit more done this weekend.
And now, my thoughts on the book.
I don’t know if I’d call it “boring”, but not much really happened. There wasn’t a lot of action. Honestly, I can’t really remember what happened, and I read most of it today. Although, while I was reading it I didn’t seem to notice the lack of action, so I guess that’s a good thing.
At this point, I will warn you that if you plan on reading this book and don’t want to know the ending, you should stop reading now.
The back of the book informs me that Hooker Winslow commits some “shocking and unpredictable” crime.
So I’m reading the book. There are ten pages left, but he’s committed no crime (and bad mistakes, he’s made few).
He stole a gun about halfway through the book, but he never used it. No one even knows that he stole it. I suppose, that could be the crime, but it’s quite a letdown, you know? The author really made nothing of it.
The last chapter is done. Now it’s the prologue. Hmm. No crime, eh? Oh well.
And then suddenly… he kill, everybody? Uh… okay.
Spoilers end here. But make sure you don’t read the line above this one. Oh shoot, you probably read it anyway. Sorry.
So I’m trying to figure out the theme, and I was reading about the lack of communication in the Winslow family.
And then… LIGHT BULB!
I’ve come up with the perfect title for an essay about this novel: Communication Breakdown.
Isn’t that awesome? I thought it was rather clever. Yay.