Life. It [Continues]

Today brought about the close of my beloved summer book, Catch 22.
I say beloved because after 463 pages, I've realized that there's more to it than appears.
Having just recently finished it, I find the book to be deep on soo many different levels.
For one, the parallels it gives to the reader are just downright weird. While I disliked it most of the time I was reading it, (redundant and drawn out) I found it ironic that by the time I reached the end, I wanted more. Weird. Plus the constant sense of deja vu it gave the reader was more than coincidental. Genius.

This isn't the first time something like this has happened. Actually, this is the case with most literature I read. While the pages, font, and themes may be grueling to dig through, there comes a sense of satisfaction and new found appreciation by the time the book is finished. Case in point -- Catch 22. Last year I believe this happened with "Huck Finn" and two years ago, it also happened after reading" The Good Earth." What can I say? I like literature.
It just needs time to settle itself in.

Next up: Mythology by Edith Hamilton