The Scarlet Letter, by Nathaniel Hawthorne

The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne is a book that I have yet to read, and I’ve been told that the Demi Moore movie version was not the most faithful screen translation – too many bathing scenes. Anyway, it’s certainly still read today, though it wouldn’t be if these reviewers had their way:

The Scarlet Letter, written by Nathaniel Hawthorne holds little significance other than being a complete waste of time.

…and:

The author uses incredibly large words and you constantly have to use a dictionary or else you most likely won’t know hat you are reading.

…and:

This book is like a bad soap. No action. No drama. Very predictable. It is about a woman who cheated on her husband with another man. The baby dad is the preacher. Why the couple couldn’t have gotten a divorce is beyond me.

…and:

…reading through “dost thou” after “dost thou” isn’t any fun.

…and:

This work by Hawthorne, whose subject matter is always really boring anyway, is as dry and frigid as a desert.

…and, from this reviewer who apparently has never heard of Cliff Notes:

I read to pages of this novel and I had to stop!: I have yet to actually complete this novel. It is so dog-gone hard to understand. On top of this, I have an essay that is due: TOMORROW! Is there no relief?!

…and this comment, from a person that has CAREFULLY analyzed the book:

THE AVERAGE NUMBER OF WORDS PER SENTENCE IS 22.1! THAT IS IN THE 80TH PERCENTILE FOR RUN-ON SENTENCE STATISTICS!

One Response

  1. Sounds like the Scarlet Letter should’ve been “F”.

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