So I've been joking about Shelley's Frankenstein being a bit of light, fluffy reading. The irony is obvious; it's a horror story, after all. But having finished it, I picked up another short book, one that actually is light and fluffy this time: Voltaire's Candide.
I mean, sure, people die and get whipped all the time in the book, but it's all part of its black comedy genre, and comedy is always light and funny.
What's more, the whole story is probably a metaphor for something dark and ominous, something which I won't understand until I've finished the entire thing (if even then).
So yes, light and fluffy, for reals this time.