The Monk by Matthew Gregory Lewis

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The Monk by Matthew Gregory Lewis





It's uncommon that a book will tempt such countless various feelings in me. I felt shock, frightfulness, despair, bliss, love, disdain, disgust....so numerous things entricately woven in a story of prideful sin and solitary love.


"𝐈𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭, 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐞𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭, 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐞, 𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐥𝐥, 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞"


Lewis gives an exceptionally fascinating viewpoint on what could happen when somebody, who has been protected from the world his entire life, is out of nowhere presented to enticement of human instinct. The novel has acquired a great deal of consideration in light of its close to home, sexual and enthusiastic substance. It probably been questionable at that point.


"𝐌𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲. 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐇𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝, 𝐇𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐢𝐭."


There's nothing I love more in a book than a lot of various characters whose accounts entwine with one another with everything unfurling with every section.


The main thing that disheartened me was that the unassuming characters, like Agnes and Antonia, got little room. They would have offered more going on in the background and made the story considerably more unpretentious, in the event that they had been considered as significant as different characters.


I can't say more since I don't want to offer any spoilers. I energetically suggest this book, In the event that you seriously love frightfulness.

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