Ever since I’ve begun Marie Kondo-ing my bookshelves, I have discovered plunder that I never knew was there. I have also discovered headscratchers that made me angry I moved them from my parents’ house to my MA program, to my first house with The Chancellor, to our current apartment. All throughout my reading of Out of Africa, I could not help thinking, “I moved this book? TWICE??” [possibly more, dear reader, but I refuse to think about it]
My full review is rather baffled and somewhat scathing (I really hate stories that involve hunting for sport, so I spent quite a bit of time being huffy). Also, is the movie adaptation worth watching? Inquiring minds want to know.