When I was back in Michigan over Christmas break, I hung out a lot with my friend, Andrew. He’s one of the most interesting people I know and our conversation always flows easily. Well-read and intelligent, there is a lot that I can learn from him.
In high school, we took the same “British Literature” class. Back in the day, reading the assigned literature and paying attention in class wasn’t exactly my forte. During one of our hangouts, Andrew asked me if I remembered reading Great Expectations by Charles Dickens. Of course I didn’t. When I went home that night, I was surprised to find it still sitting in my meager book collection, lining my bookcase, collecting dust.
So I brought the book back to Europe with me. This past week, while riding the train to Budapest, I started it. Remember when reading “The Classics” in school was a chore, and a collective groan went through the entire room when mentioned? No more! I am pleasantly surprised with how much I’m enjoying it. Now, I’m not a very fast reader, but I’m getting through this novel rather quickly, and I want to know how it ends (I usually get bored in the middle of novels, such as The Story of Edgar Sawtelle, which I have yet to finish).
This book is making me rethink the classics. Beyond Pride and Prejudice, which I read because I saw the most recent film adaptation, I haven’t given them a chance. Perhaps this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship.
What other “classics” out there are a must read? Let me know in the comments.