What an absolutely odd book. This was assigned for my lit class which, as I’ve mentioned before, I was mostly taking as an elective to force me to read things I wouldn’t normally. And well, let’s just say that I would never in my entire life have read this normally. It’s a classic, so it feels odd to summarize, but I can’t be the only one late to the game – an ethereal unicorn goes looking for other unicorns, winds up captured, picks up a couple groupies, journeys all over the damn place until she finds the nefarious kingdom she’s looking for and does battle with a big evil bull.
When I was about halfway through reading this in preparation to write a paper about it, my professor had a cancer recurrence (I think he’s doing okay) and a bunch of assignments got dropped and their points redistributed to other, bigger assignments. This book was no longer necessary, but although I wouldn’t say I was enjoying it, I felt weirdly invested and decided to finish it anyway.
This book is just…interesting. It’s surreal and whimsical and magical and funny and so, so weird. It’s a fantasy classic and I really dislike the fantasy genre, but it had its moments. I read the entire book with a furrowed brow, but…I kept reading, so there’s that. I dunno. I have feelings about it but I can’t quite articulate them. I think The Last Unicorn may be best read under the influence of things that I don’t partake in. Goodreads loves it. It’s a classic. It’s a freaking weird book. I’m not sorry to have read it but I’m certainly not sorry to be done with it.
Watch the movie! It’s so so weird, but my sister and I watched it so much we wore out our VHS copy!