Books are
stories, a way to mentally travel to a new world where the rules you know just
seize to exist, or being replaced by new and many times strange ones. But there
are also books that makes you shiver without even trying to bend the rules.
Because sometimes a story brutally realistic is far more interesting and
terrifying.
Such a book
is The Lord of the Flies.
I wanted to
read this book not only because it’s a classic, but I was dying to see what a
bunch of boys can do once they’re left alone. As William Golding had said: “Wouldn’t
it be a good idea to write a story about some boys on an island, showing how
they would really behave, being boys and not little saints as they usually are
in children’s books.”
And yes, it
would be a damn good story so since he wrote it, I had no choice but to read
it.
