Jeeyon Shim

I first read this for a queer literature class my junior year of high school, and I periodically re-read it every couple years. Like the description says, Forster wrote the book in 1913 it wasn't published until after his death in 1971. Perhaps it is sentimental of me, but this is my favorite Forster novel, despite the structural superiority of Passage to India or Room With a View.

The psychology at the foundation of Equus feels a little dated now, but it's still a powerful play and a testament to Peter Shaffer's gift for storytelling through the modes of stage theater that it reads well some thirty years after he wrote it.

For a very long time after reading this book I wanted a ferret very badly because I thought it was the closest you could get to owning a mongoose. Coincidentally, my boyfriend felt the same thing when he was a child. Also, the book ends with a battle of MONGOOSE vs. COBRA. Everyone's a winner.

Meh. The artwork is lush and beautiful, and the dialogue and character development believable and intriguing - up until the last quarter of the book, where everything dissolves into melodrama. I might revisit it later (books read in pieces during one's lunch breaks are often not given the benefit of the doubt) but there are so many other amazing graphic novels out there that it probably won't be too soon.

The annotations are actually not too intrusive, although perhaps a little precious at times. Who can blame the man, really, he is just trying to keep pace.

This is my favorite novel.

My third grade love of Jean Craighead George's novel "My Side of the Mountain" and my current dread of the coming technological singularity and subsequent apocalypse both logically lead me to picking up a copy of this book and I like it a lot.

About 100 pages in, I am finding it is best not to eat too soon before or after and to keep my arms and legs close to my body.