One day fourteen-year-old Sophie Amundsen comes home from school to find in her mailbox two notes, with one question on each: “Who are you?” and “Where does the world come from?” From that irresistible beginning, Sophie becomes obsessed with questions that take her far beyond what she knows of her Norwegian village. Through those letters, she enrolls in a kind of correspondence course, covering Socrates to Sartre, with a mysterious philosopher, while receiving letters addressed to another girl. Who is Hilde? And why does her mail keep turning up? To unravel this riddle, Sophie must use the philosophy she is learning—but the truth turns out to be far more complicated than she could have imagined.
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Beth’s
I was a philosophy major in school and *everybody* would ask if I had read Sophie’s World. “What an amazing book!” they would gush. “You’ll love it!”
So I bought it. Purchased the book, let it simmer on my shelf for awhile, and finally picked it up a few years ago to give it a go.
I slogged through the first few chapters. Did my best to suspend my disbelief at the transparently device the author uses to introduce the ideas of many famous (and not-so-famous) philosophers. I tried to ignore the sophomoric dialog and trite inner-monologue of the child. I even put the book in the bathroom so I could force myself to keep reading it. I filled in with other books… maybe it was just too much philosophy at once! If I took it in smaller doses, perhaps I’d enjoy this survey of the subject.
Then one glorious day the cleaners came and managed to knock the book between the washer and dryer. It’s a sign! Oh thank god, a sign that I can stop trying to love this horrible, wretched, unlovable book!
Last week, the cleaners unearthed the book. It’s pages mangled, the paperback spine bending it into a permanant spread eagle position. Maybe it gets better! How do I *know* the book won’t redeem itself in the 2nd half? Surely all those people couldn’t be wrong about the book, or misjudge whether I’d like it or not. Surely.
…and into the recycle bin it goes.
The End.
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Jim
Different strokes for different folks, Beth. I loved the story line, it held my attention when I read it in high school. And for those of us that enjoyed the story, it really inspired us to plunge deeper and continue studying individual philosophers and their philosophy. 🙂