Waiting for Godot

Honestly sort of hated reading this initially; its heavy emphasis on parentheticals and slapstick that seem to be better acted out than to be read. It's a bit weird, confusing as to what it is even trying to do, and the dialogue runs in circles. But upon further analysis and reading this, my appreciation for it has increased with its surprising philosophical depth that derives from just two people waiting for someone who doesn't exist. Beckett purposely made this as absurd as possible, intending for the audience to be so confused as to what they're even supposed to feel in the moment. Nothing in the play makes sense, and it is almost impossible to make any sense as to what is happening - if even anything has happened at all.

Still, it doesn't make for the most entertaining read as I just felt like I was missing out on all the fun stuff. Slapstick isn't nearly as funny in my head than to see other people do it themselves on stage.