Magus: The First 50 Pages

First, I apologize that I have been behind in my blogs. I don't own a working computer, nor do I have internet where I live, so I have been jotting handwritten notes in my notebook all semester whilst I read instead of blogging regularly. That being said, I was flipping through my notebook and found my reaction to the Magus when I was a mere 50 pages into the book and found it amusing.

I cried for almost the entire first 50 pages to this book. I'm not sure why, as it is not outwardly sad, but it struck an unexpected chord. I was sitting on the floor of my apartment cuddled next to the sketchy antique gas heater in a bundle of blankets with a cup of loose leaf earl grey tea. It was the recipe for my favorite kind of night. But instead, as I started the Magus, I found myself moved. And depressed. And all sorts of other emotions that welled up.Why would somebody write such a book? People who hate themselves and hate each other, and hate life, but are too cowardly to do anything about it.

Alas, my boyfriend and his roommate showed up to my house just as Alison was leaving for work, and Nicholas is leaving for Greece. Of course friends decide to surprise me in the height of my crying fit. I could not wrap m head around the idea of going out to the bar when my book was so viscerally effecting me. I did indeed go out to the bar, but the whole time was thinking to myself "why am I partaking in meaningless small talk when I could be at home. reading?" And so I went home. And read my sad book.