i used to hate classics. thought it did not make sense. i used to read it because it was one of those things you should read before you die.
now i see it in a way similar to lalaland. a different world, but one i would love to live in. the sophisticated thoughts in a simple life- the passion, the language, naive dreams, morbid plans, confined society, gossip etc, makes it ever more appealing.
it's the closest you can get to a fairy tale. it is like the fairy tale of reality.
my winter reading list is as follows:
little women- louisa may alcott (finished it yesterday, an easy read, the characters grow over a period of years, one minute they're twelve, the next they're twenty)
gone with the wind-margaret mitchell (reading it, a verryyyy long book, hating scarlet o'hara right now, but loving her all the same, what a woman!)
great tales- edgar allen poe (read 'the black cat', so morbid, i do not recommend reading this before bed at all)
huckleberry finn-mark twain (this is school related, full of satires, a lol classic)
and not so classic just so i don't swoon out of reality too much:
the guerncey literary and potato peel pie society-mary ann shaffer and annie barrows (ppl say its good, i haven't started yet)
change of heart- jodi picoult (read her book 'my sister's keeper', so deep it hits you with a bang)
honestly, i do not think i'll finish all of it. but the library is too tempting, so i'll see how far i'll go.
if you haven't read jane austen's pride and prejudice yet, go read it! and then watch the movie.
more later, bahubahu
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