Captive.

I've been neglecting you as I've come into the power of Ipad, which does not yet contain a good app for blogspot damn it! So ive resorted to the old laptop, with its chunky buttons and lack of touch screen. I've come to love this old thing like a step child, its always been here and ive seen it grow old so im fond of it, but ive got a new baby now, and so the inevitable neglect has kicked in.

Anyways, some things i am fond of recently,

the first being John Fowles' 'The Collector'. Pure brilliance.

Briefly, this book was published in the 60's and has a spilt narration of two people. Beginning with our main protagonist Fredrick, who is a withdrawn and in many ways intresting character who collects butterflies. The second protagonist is the beautiful Miranda, with whom he becomes infactuated/obsessed with and proceeds to capture her and lock her in his basement.

 Initially I did think this novel was a little bit tame (in comparison with previous shocking reads as posted) but as this book is so carefully and masterfully written, that the chilling nature of the situation and 'the collector' progresses subtly and actually proceeds to be more affecting than most things I have read. What a classic!

Before reading 'The Collector' I read 'Room' by Emma Donoghue which holds a great comparison to this book. Again a woman is captured, this time held captive in an 11 foot by 11 foot room and is narrated by her five year old son, Jack. I fell in love with this book and the narrative style very easily. I don't want to give anything away so just go read them both, now. :)