Age: 24

Pages: 76 / 281; 27%
ISBN: 9780141181226

The Reason for the Reaping: An American classic. This one has been a long time coming. From over the cuckoo’s nest. *atmospheric bird noises*

Great Comparisons: Eileen, The Things They Carried

As I Lay Summarizing: Chief “Broom” Bromden is in a mental hospital and things are trippy af. Probably literally idk the Chief is like “we are getting fucked with in here” and I don’t think he’s lying.

The Line That Killed Me: “It was better than she’d dreamed. They were all shouting to outdo one another, going further and further, no way of stopping, telling things that wouldn’t ever let them look one another in the eye again. The nurse nodding at each confession and saying Yes, yes, yes” (45). Death by a death-like grip.

Best Character: Poor Mr. Bancini

Why [As] You Like It: So. Fascinating. Omg Chief Bromden let me get inside your head. He brings you into his creepy, weird, fascinating, and trippy world and doesn’t let you turn away. There’s a reason this book has defined writing, esp when it comes to conversations surrounding mental health. Read this to be a better person and learn.

 Why I’m Gone, Girl: There’s only one woman, and she’s the antagonist. Sooooo yay patriarchy. When femininity is directly associated with evil it’s v annoying and sad. Idc when it was written; it’s shitty to see it.

Last Line, Last Chance: “…cog-and-track affair at….”

Will I turn the page, or toss it into Mount Doom?

Reading critically is very important, y’all. I’m turning the page, for all the learning and wonder this book is starting to offer.

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