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This is one of my textbooks for Advanced Literary Analysis and we had to read it in two weeks, and take a long detailed test after each chapter and I want to throw this book in a fire for one, boring me to death every day, and two, making literary theory muddy and unclear. Thankfully I have studied literary theory before because some of the chapters here made even what I already knew seem confusing. This book just bumbled around, giving a roundabout "maybe it's this, maybe it's that" definition of each theory followed by the world's most boring student essays to cap the chapter. I am really glad it's over so that I can start on my 10 page theory based analysis, for which I will not once refer back to this book.

And this is not a criticism of the book, but what the heck is wrong with Freud? Every time I study him, I think he is a total nutter. Not everything in this world is about incestuous longings and penis envy, pervert. Now I have to try to apply his crappy ideas to a story about war. I think human psychology is incredibly complex and trying to shove it all in to his narrow world view is absurd. Or maybe I am just jealous of him because I don't have a penis.