Cross-posted from Goodreads.
It’s very rare that I put down a book before finishing it. Fahrenheit 451 is one of those rare books.
The book’s key message is beautiful: knowledge must not be censored; knowledge is the catalyst of human progression. Sadly, the same cannot be said of the book.
I had a hard time adapting to the style and tone. Perhaps it’s just that I haven’t read a lot of classic science fiction. It appeared to me that the author churned out the pages in a fit of passion in a single sitting. Most sentences in the book are metaphor-heavy mumbo-jumbo that makes little sense on the first, second or even tenth reading.
The plot also didn’t keep me hooked. I wanted to stop reading early on, but each time when I thought of quitting I mustered the strength to continue. After halfway in, I couldn’t take it anymore. I was wasting precious time reading something I didn’t like.