M. and I are going to start a book club, or maybe we already have, it’s hard to know when a book club officially starts if you’ve been talking about books with a friend for years already. But V for Vendetta was the first book I read on purpose to talk about with him and so maybe that’s the official start.
Who cares, I know, I know, no one. But let me say I wouldn’t have read it were it not for the book club urging, and I certainly wouldn’t have finished it because the pictures were Very Confusing and I couldn’t keep any of the characters except for V straight in my mind. Actually, reading the last post about how confusing I found Ministry of Time and this one together – maybe the problem is me. To be fair, this is probably peak distracted time in my life – so I’ll give myself a break. And tell you that for sure, for sure V for Vendetta has a great little premise about political action and some neat scenes of Big Eyes and Terror. And maybe a harsh book to read in this moment of such Doom.
But I was less sure about the women in the book – mostly there to be dead, or to prop up a big speech by V. Or prostitutes. Or victims. Very cheerful.
So yeah, not one I’d have read otherwise and not one I’m a huge fan of (sorry, M.) but glad, still, to have tried something new.
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