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Nnnnn, chocolate bunniessssssssssssssssss.

So, I finished "The Picture of Dorian Gray" yesterday. It was... okay. I loved the picture/selling you soul part. That was actually my main reason for wanting to read it. And that part was good. But the rest... I hated Dorian and rooted for him to die quickly. So. Annoying. I kinda liked Basil Hallward and James Vane (and Lord Henry because he's a magnificient bastard), but everybody else could just go away. And Oscar Wilde´s style was kinda okay but also annoyed me at times; sometimes it became a biiiiiiiiit purple (especially when he started to describe Dorian and that is a big ugh.). Also, that banter? Was boring. Sometimes it was fun but mostly it was eh. So, it was an okay read.

Now, I'll first finish Crichton and then finally start on "Vanity Fair".