Submitted by Akkotarnia t3_zpltk8 in books
This has happened to me three times already. First time it was Frankenstein. I only knew it was a classic and the typical stuff pop culture usually puts in one's head, and was not expecting a story in which nothing goes right and the characters' hearts are constantly being broken. Later I read A happy world, this time knowing nothing and, after a while, I went to my mother and, somberly, said "It is not a happy world".
Yesterday I finished 1984, and I knew it was going to be dark (my mother told me that, when she watched the movie in the cinema, she had to leave at some point because she couldn't take the horror) but I was expecting at least some happiness, some hope, at least a drop of light, and the last line crushed me.
I love literature so much, man, partly because of this. Has anyone else experienced this? A book that destroys your capacity to function for a while, but you love it even more because of it?