Folding Paper & Spilling Ink

This one missed the mark for me. I think my lack of enjoyment for this book stems in part from the fact that I am reading it now, in my late 30s, rather than when I was younger. I've reached a point in my life where irredeemable (and in this case hyperconscious) characters hold little to no appeal for me. Additionally, the philosophies explored throughout the book are nothing new or revolutionary to me after so many years of lit theory and reading. That said, I can see how this is an important work, and I see a great amount of value in it as a whole. Had I read it when I was younger I'm sure I would have had a lot to chew on, and my impressions would be different. It's well written, and lovingly crafted. For its time it had a lot of new things to say. Unfortunately, while I found myself engaged with the work and wanting to discuss it, I didn't find much I personally found enjoyable nor illuminating.