Having just finished this book moments ago, I'm still sort of reeling from it all. I'm really not sure exactly what to say about it.
A bunch of boys get stranded on an island. The bigguns and the littluns. Ralph is "elected" to lead them, Piggy (whose real name we never really learn) has an intelligence that is ignored because he's different from the other boys, and Jack is, well, cruel might be the best word for Jack.
At the beginning, they're a unified group, they want to be rescued, they want to go home. But as the book progresses, these boys slip from confident and united to broken and terrified. There's a beast, something is coming for them.
Just watching the madness descend on these boys was awe inspiring. The way they break apart and start losing anything that resembled a civilized society was almost frightening. It really makes you aware of how isolation can bring out the savage in even the most well-refined of boys.
I can't say that I enjoyed this book, but I didn't dislike it either. I can understand how it became a classic novel though. It has a significant meaning now, just like it has for years.
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