No man is an island, but some lucky sods own one

Robinson Crusoe by Daniel Defoe

My book

I own a lot of the Collins Classics edition of books. Why? Because they are extremely cheap at my local bookstore. They aren’t the best copy to get. The covers aren’t gorgeous and the glossary at the back of the book is pretty much useless and really quite arbitrary. If you just want a copy to read and enjoy though, they do the job.

Robinson Crusoe is such a famous book that I had been planning to read it since I was young. I’ve always liked survival stories and wildlife, so I thought that it might be ideal for me. At 262 pages, it didn’t seem unmanageable either.

The story

The book cover is wrong, for a start. The defining moment of this novel is when Crusoe discovers a single, solitary footprint in the sand.

You probably know the story of Robinson Crusoe. A guy got shipwrecked on an island a long time ago, right? You wouldn’t be wrong. It was published in 1719, so you can expect a lot of backwards thinking. What did surprise me was that it isn’t all as expected. Yes, he’s shipwrecked, but not until Chapter 3. The blurb has this to say: Continue reading