This summer I’m re-reading The Picture of Dorian Gray. I’ve read it twice before, but it’s been years. I know I like it. Love it, even. But I don’t know why. I’ve never set about to pinpoint exactly what it is about this book that draws me in. There must be good reasons—or even just, y’know, reasons in general—one would think. So this go-round, I’m paying attention, marking pages with colour-coded sticky tabs, and doing my best to unravel the mystery of why The Picture of Dorian Gray is so GOOD.
Will this ruin the book for me?
I doubt it. Both times I’ve read it was for high school and college, where we analysed it in depth. My efforts might not reveal why I like the book so much, either. Some things are like that: you enjoy what you enjoy, full stop. I do have some ideas for comparing and contrasting The Picture of Dorian Gray and Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, though.
If I could somehow combine the two…
Well, now THAT would be something great.