Having recently finished Marissa Meyer’s Heartless, I thought it was only fitting that I read the book that inspired it: the original Alice in Wonderland. It was a plus that it fit one of my 2016 reading challenge prompts, “a book that’s at least 100 years older than you.”
Of course, I probably read Alice in Wonderland when I was little. I’m sure I did. I know I’ve seen at least two different film versions of it, and countless other books, television shows, and movies have referenced it. So it’s not like I didn’t know what I was getting into. I knew it was a weird, trippy world filled with things that don’t really make sense.
I just didn’t remember it being this absurd.
Maybe it wasn’t the ideal time to read it. I mean, the end of the year is always a stressful time at work (juggling everybody who has to use up their vacation days before they expire) and in my personal life (trying to figure out who’s going where for the holidays is always a joy). Maybe it’s better to start this book in a good mood, when you’re (at least a little more) open to Alice’s crazy adventures. Because, as I read this book, all I could think was that Carroll was clearly on drugs when he came up with this stuff. And then I kept thinking about all of the media that’s been influenced by this story rather than what was going on in the story itself.
But still, it’s definitely a classic, and it’s incredible that it’s still influencing pop culture after more than 150 years.
Final rating: ★★★☆☆