The Metamorphosis

 When it comes to books, I like reading just about anything. From the unknown
 eldritch horrors of H.P. Lovecraft to the charming humor of Brian Jacques, I’ve

read and loved it all. Occasionally, I’ll find books that truly define genre borders,
and cross into the no-mans’ land in between. Recently, I found one of those oddly
mixed books. The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka is definitely one of the 
strangest books I’ve ever read, but I enjoyed it very much. It manages to take a
bizarre, slightly morbid story about a man who wakes up and finds that he has
become an oversized insect, and add humor to it. The book’s story is rather 
unsettling and even sad, but the humor laced into the thoughts of the unfortunate
insect really adds new dimension to the story. The cast of characters is small, 
and most of the book is read through the perspective of a rational insect in a small
bedroom. In my opinion this small setting doesn’t remove anything from the story.
Rather, it adds to it, and makes it even more surreal. This was an excellent book
despite its oddity, and I would recommend it to anyone who isn’t liable to be 
grossed out by a large insect!