Great fiction is worthy of reading effort. My oldest child, a lover of timeless literature, has shamed me into reading DEEP titles. She’ll ask my opinion on a certain classic, and I’m dreadfully guilty of giving her a blank look. Searching my collegiate memory, I can only remember struggling through the mightily complex House of Seven Gables. Did I read more than one classic while obtaining my Liberal Arts degree? You betcha. Perhaps, I was too simple-minded, too youthfully naive to understand great books at that time. So with age, does true wisdom come? Maybe, or maybe I’m simply capable of seeing between the lines now.
Mandy Moore, in ‘A Walk To Remember’, practiced an interesting dying philosophy: focus on accomplishing everything on a ‘to-do’ list, rather than the inevitable end. Not a bad goal for any of us.
In the past few months I’ve read Mark Twain’s, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, and The Prince in The Pauper. I’ve reread for the eight or ninth time, Ayn Rand’s The Fountainhead, recently completed To Kill A Mockingbird and tonight started and finished S.E. Hinton’s, The Outsiders. They all have one thing in common: they were worthy of my time.
Have you read a classic recently? Feel free to share the title with me.
If you’re not reading great literature . . . practice the habit. It’s one worth keeping.