After the journey that was The Great Gatsby, The Phantom was somewhat hard to get into. I was unfamiliar to the gothic style, and therefore very opposed to the ghost from the beginning. While interesting, the French names annoyed me and in my sleep-deprived state, I couldn't grasp the story.
I have always appreciated a good tragical romance, and so I had a glimmer of hope through the darkness, of Christine and Raoul. Although Raoul frustrated me, as a man who was so blinded by love, I couldn't help but tolerate him for the sake of the romance.
Let's talk about Joseph Buquet for a moment; the poor man barely got introduced, before the ghost killed him off. This was too much for me, and the fear, didn't creep,but stormed in. I couldn't read the book at night, but instead in the middle of the day, with real people around me, and not just dead ones in my head.
By now, I was a little bit more familiar with the ghost, but I still got shivers when he was described. Box Five took up a major section in the novel, yet it felt a little slow, but the chandelier returned the shocks. Again, another death and we still don't know who the ghost is!?
Erik. Well. I am still so confused. Who is this devil with an actual heart? I hated him, and I think I still do, but not as much, now that I have finished the book. I still don't know if he is a real person or not, but I know that he is a sociopath. I kind of pity him, because he just wants to be loved but doesn't know how to communicate that.
Well, what a rollercoaster! This book has exposed me to the gothic style of literature, and a new appreciation for french books. I am not as fearful of the novel now. I went through a plethora of emotions in my bathroom but that is expected from a good book!