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All books are rated by the orgasm system:
5 stars = Multi-Orgasmic
4 stars = The Big O
3 stars = A single moan
2 stars = Edging but no release
1 star = Should have left my panties on
A month ago, I deleted my social media apps on my phone and replaced them with reading and art apps.
One of the awesome apps I downloaded was called Oodles Books which has over 50, 000 free ebooks and audio books. An avid reader's wet dream!
Coupled with my Kindle library and my yearly subscription to Scribd. As far as books are concerned. I can have ANY book that I want in the universe at my fingertips, 24-7.
I really don't understand people that haven't moved with the times and still buy traditional books.
I mean I get it. Traditional books are tangible. They smell and feel good. But I prefer the convenience of ebooks.
I carry thousands of books around in my phone. Who needs a bookshelf?
Anyway, I recently wrote down my reading list for 2017/2018. And the first book on the list was: Confessions of An English Opium Eater by Thomas de Quincey.
I finished reading it on Christmas Day 2017. So here are my thoughts.
RATING: The Big O
Admittedly, I'd never heard of Thomas de Quincey when I downloaded his memoir: Confessions of An English Opium Eater.
It was the title that drew me to the book.
I'm an Anglophile, so I have a keen interest in stories that are authored by the British.
I also have a keen interest in the history of opium.
Combined, it seemed like a memoir that I would enjoy.
The book was originally published anonymously as three large essays in London Magazine in 1821.
Confessions of An English Opium Eater was the first literary account of addiction/substance abuse and later inspired greats such as Charles Baudelaire and Edgar Allen Poe.
Although written nearly 200 years ago, it reads beautifully and doesn't feel aged.
Part One and part two are divine. I was so wrapped up in the narrative.
I admire his honesty about his LOVE of Opium.
And all the positives it brought to his life in regards to his mental and physical health.
Stories of addiction are often APOLOGETIC.
It's refreshing to read a memoir from an author who has the balls to say:
OPIUM IS THE BOMB MOTHERFUCKERS!!!!!
He obviously didn't say that but that's what he's basically saying as a whole. He owns his addiction and it's fucking powerful.
Ironically, de Quincey was criticised for talking too much about the pleasures of opium instead of the dangers and health risks.
Which leads me to the third and final chapter which I sadly struggled with.
I believe de Quincey struggled to write the final chapter -- 'The Pains of Opium'. (which is why I struggled to read it).
I don't think he personally' believed there was a downside to Opium.
The first two chapters were written with such joy. One could tell he was enjoying telling the yarn. The final chapter seemed forced, matter-of-fact and lacked passion. Which saddened me because I was hoping for so much more.
On a whole, this is a great book and well worth the read. His writing is quite humorous in parts and creates magical imagery in the reader's head.
The first 65% of the memoir is flawless. I just struggled in the home stretch -- that's all.
But I got through it and so will you!
My name is Vanessa de Largie. When I'm not fucking, you'll find me reading.