An unexpected treat

When a book turns out to be better then your expectations, it is just like a feast.

Or an oasis. When you reach it in stark sunlight. Amid scorching sand.

I somehow had the notion that The Lord of The Flies was a light book.

So far, it has turned out to be just the type of literature that deserves to be called true literature. I have not completed it yet. Once I have, I may consider writing some sort of review.