The Lord of The Flies is a novel made in 1954 by Willian Golding. The book explores the darker sides of human nature and stresses use of intelligence as tool for dealing with the discord of existence. The story follows a group of British boys who get stranded on an abandoned island and their failed attempts to govern themselves.  The “Lord of The Flies” refers to the devil called Beelzebub representing the evil and violence in every potential human heart. In their attempts to establish some society, it eventually dissolves and there’s nothing left but savagery and ill intent such as murder.

I remember listening to this book in my 8th grade English class as my class and I sat in the dark. It started out surprisingly interesting, even though I’d try to fall asleep, I would never be able to take my attention away from the story. It was calm and well-paced at first, the way the characters interact with themselves, and their environment was very well done. But it got dark quick, starting with the disappearance of a small boy from there group, never being found for the rest of the book. I remember the severe bulling of one kid to the point where they eventually ended up killing him, I was in shock of how graphic thing would get. In the two weeks of reading such a book, like others before it, I felt myself change but I wasn’t sure how. The loops this book threw me threw was astonishing. And the one part that stuck with me the most was when the main character was hallucinating a talking pig head on a sick. A truly disturbing experience.