Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass are undoubtedly classics, but they have never been the kind of books that let me lose myself within their pages. I held out hope that by reading Wonderland a second time (I read that one once several years ago), it would become more enjoyable. But alas, while I gave Carroll my best effort, my main incentive to finish the books remained the same: simply to say that I had. The Alice stories are such an important part of our culture that I felt it my duty as a book lover to experience them first-hand. And sure, there were amusing moments, but only when taken out of context.
While I truly do appreciate Carroll's style of storytelling, the nonsensicality of it all was a little too much for my taste. What can I say? I'm more into plots. And while countless arguments have been made about the hidden complexity of these two books— from philosophies regarding everything from self-discovery, to miscommunication, to madness— Carroll's original intent was simply to entertain, and I just wasn't feeling it. Anyway, I'm not sure I'll ever care to understand the Matrix.
By reading Wonderland and Looking Glass, I had wanted to expand my literary comfort zone, but I'm afraid that's not exactly what happened. (*they are chock full of excellent quotes, however... see above*) I guess I still have hopes of falling in love with the Alice stories one day, like so many seem to have done, but until then, I think I'll cut my loses and just go read some chick lit.