After The Beach, I’m stuck. I don’t know which novel to start with. At the beginning of this year, I had made a resolution to be selective about my reading list and pick up novels which are elegantly and intelligently written but which are also entertaining and popular. I even made a list on Goodreads which I never got around to starting with. So normally, I would ask for recommendations in the comments section but I think what I’m looking for is not great titles but good stories. I think I should stop judging a book by it’s cover and begin delving deeper into what the book is about. Though “random reading” is also particularly useful in coming across remarkable stories.
It was The Beach by Alex Garland on the bookshelf this week and might I say I devoured it between yesterday and today. Yes, the book is creepy in some parts but not as thrilling as The Lord of the Flies by William Golding, another island novel. Sure, the writing style is terse and well-constructed however in some places I was not able to connect with the novel and its character on a personal level. Some of the imagery and local color of Honk-Kong portrayed is very vivid. The pace is quick and there is a lot of action, however I think I enjoyed the movie better. And yeah, the cover gave me goosebumps.
“After discovering a seemingly Edenic paradise on an island in a Thai national park, Richard soon finds that since civilized behavior tends to dissolve without external restraints, the utopia is hard to maintain.”