It’s All Good: Finished rereading The Lord of the Flies. When I read it in seventh grade, it struck me as a cold-hearted book. These days, I find more compassion in it. As best I can recall, in seventh grade I felt Golding was standing outside the bewilderment of the boys, judging them for being pushed into action by impulses they didn’t understand. Now, their bewilderment feels like the point, or a point. It takes some empathy to realize that “Wait, how did we get here?” is a universal feeling.

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