A review by brandidean
Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea by Jules Verne

2.0

Gah, what a slog. 469 pages of “and then we saw that interesting fish and then we saw that interesting fish and then we saw that interesting fish.” Punctuated by random spurts of activity that go nowhere. They miraculously escape and can’t tell you how because they don’t remember? And we never learn what the heck Nemo’s deal is. Plus, Nemo is so infuriatingly pedantic. But Pierre is worse because he laps it up and encourages it. And no one else on the ship counts, apparently, because it’s 1870 and racism/classism is OK.