If you had asked me a year ago what I think of Duolingo, I’d have probably told you it was the second coming of God. And you know what? It WAS true for a long, long time. The concept of having new languages at our disposal, all for free, was a mind-boggling, game-changing one, even if it was unguided and even if it was just setting a wobbly foundation. I was obsessed with the Duolingo app, religiously doing lessons every single day, maintaining a streak that I was proud of (got up to 818 days), and recommending it to anyone who was looking for a way to get started on the path to learning a new language. It was this enthusiasm, perhaps, that came back to bite me, a weird karma or Uno reverse of sorts, because now, I can’t stand the app.
The Melodramatic Bookworm 