The Portrait of Mr. W.H.
Fellow YWSer Claudette recently finished up with The Portrait of Mr. W.H. by Oscar Wilde. And at 58 pages, it was evidently quite the read:
This story was… short. hahah. As expected, but beautiful. I do not see the great meaning behind it, as I had been told through biographies of Wilde, that was there, so I might have to read up on it. It’s a strange sort of essay. I’m just glad to say I had read something. And sure, it is technically not a book, but it is binded, and it can sit on a shelf, so, as far as I consider it, it is a book!
Intriguing! What do you think? Is anything binded really a book?

September 27th, 2007 at 4:17 pm
Well… my notebooks (one for math, one for writing) are bound, and I can put them on a shelf. But I didn’t intend for my math notebook to be a book originally, so maybe that’s the distinction.