About “Lady Chatterley’s lover”, by D.H. Lawrence

When I was fifteen and I started reading classics for fun, I found this book. I read some random chapters and I actually liked it, but the sex scenes scared me a bit (oh, those stupids prejudices I used to have!) so I had to put it down and wait until I felt ready to read it again. 8 years later I picked the book at a bookstore and decided to buy it and see how I can handle all what I couldn't back then. And it was sooooo disappointing...

The sex scenes weren't a problem, they actually were just a part of the book. But I don't know why this time I just didn't enjoyed any part of the book. It was almost torturing.

The writing was generally good, the characters were annoying most of the time (back then I used to liked Lady Chatterley and even Clifford, but now I just couldn't take them) and at some points the plot was so boring. I was half way through the book waiting to get caught by something (anything, whatever it was!) but I was almost finishing and all my expectations were on the floor. I even used to talk to my friend about how the characters were doing just to find cheer to keep reading (and after finishing the book I even called him to tell him how disappointed I was).

I only found interesting two characters: Sir Malcolm and Constance's lovers. One was the coolest dad (a dad like that in a time like that was the real deal) and the other was the coldest lover (dude, he was so into I-don't-care-you're-a-lady-I-just-wanna-have-sex-with-you-then-leave-cause-I-like-my-lonely-life).

Una vida en el cine, Alberto Masferrer.