So I finished Little Women a few days ago. I loved it even more this time (the last time I read it was about four or five years ago, I think). And though I hate to admit it, a part of me thinks it’s because I’m studying it for English. You grow to understand a book more when it’s being looked at in-depth, rather than reading it for pleasure. Sure, I don’t like analysing the hell out of it, but there’s a certain satisfaction you get from realising, ah, that’s what the author meant.
I’m not going to talk about Little Women in particular here. Instead I want to talk about classics. I mean, a lot of them I don’t like too much. I didn’t like Huckleberry Finn or The Great Gatsby. But there are some I like. For example:
– Little Women
– The Bell Jar
– The Catcher in the Rye
– Tess of the D’Urbervilles
– Pride and Prejudice
– Others I can’t remember
But that’s not to say they’re the best books in the world. You can be as snobby as you want about classics and how good they are, but that’s not going to stop me from loving Harry Potter until the day I die.
Yeah, classics take me longer to read than other books. But when I look through my Mum’s bookshelves and see all those beautiful hardbacks with yellow pages and beautiful language, they kind of pull at me. I used to read a lot of Noel Streatfeild when I was in the middle grade age, and a lot of Louisa May Alcott. I read Anne of Green Gables and Swallows and Amazons, and part of me wonders why I don’t read as many classics now.
Maybe because I don’t have time.
Maybe because I’m a more close-minded reader (I wouldn’t be surprised).
Maybe because classics are daunting.
But reading Little Women and loving it has made me realise that sometimes they can be really enjoyable. And I’d love to read more this year.
PS sorry for how short this post is – I’ve had four assessment tasks this week! More updates on Sunday, but for now just feel sorry for me 😛
Do you like classics? Hate them? Which ones have you read recently, or which ones have you read that you enjoyed?