finally, FINALLY, finished this. FINALLY. thanks to stanza, the lovely free e-book reader on my handy little iphone, i was reading chapters of this book like eating handfuls of reece’s pieces.

the whole thing kind of reads like a play, which it could have easily been, but i think there was just too much inner dialogue. lord henry is what drew me into this book, and his presence throughout keeps it interesting. his diatribes are still my favorite parts.
this book could have been significantly longer and i would have been happy. as it was it seemed a bit cut off, like he already knew the ending and just didnt feel like fleshing out the story any more. at its current length it feels like a rather straightforward tale of morality, which i sincerely doubt was wilde’s intention. or maybe it was. who knows.
the chapters that drag are quite fascinating, because they are in a completely different tone and are obviously from dorian’s perspective, trying to give an impression of the tepidness of the 19th century aristocracy.
it is a classic book, a wonderful idea, and beautifully written in the immortal biting wit of wilde. fantastic.

I admit that this book was a slow read; and a little too boring at times, but it has a fantastic ending, and is an extraordinarily original piece of work.

My friend absolutely loved it, but we have figured out that I like action paced suspense sorts of literature, and she likes F. Scott. So make of it what you will.

After finishing the whole book, I definitely did not regret it (though I did have to drag myself through some parts).