As I’m sure a fair few of you
know, I just graduated with a degree in English Literature. That means that
I’ve been made to read classic literature for around ten years now; that’s a
long time to be made to read things that you don’t want to read and don’t like
reading. I know you’re probably thinking, then why on earth did you pay
thousands of pounds to spend three years doing just that?! Well, because I wanted to like them and I do genuinely enjoy studying them. That actually
sounds really strange when put into words...
There are of course a few that slipped through the net and I ended up enjoying, but only a few considering how many of them I’ve read and studied. I immediately loved Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein which I studied for my A-levels; after reading The Island of Doctor Moreau by HG Wells several times I began to like it; Virginia Woolf’s feminist treatise A Room of One’s Own struck a chord; I loved Antony and Cleopatra and The Picture of Dorian Gray was good fun. And yet it’s my violent hatred for Great Expectations (with the exception of Miss Havisham and one speeh Pip gives her); Samuel Richardson’s behemoth, Clarissa; Samuel Beckett’s plays and Virginia Woolf’s novels that sticks in my mind when I think of classics. So I’m glad my mind is slowly changing about that.
So, yes. For the last ten or so
years when I’ve been made to read classics I’ve resented it. Now I’ve
graduated, I want to read them and I’ve enjoyed the ones I’ve read so far. My
brain is an inconvenient so-and-so. There are a fair few novels, classics and
modern classics, that never came up on my reading lists that everyone else
seems to have read and I felt a little hard done by. So I invented a new
feature, Blast From the Past, and declared I would read something that I should
have read years and years ago once a month at least.
There are of course a few that slipped through the net and I ended up enjoying, but only a few considering how many of them I’ve read and studied. I immediately loved Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein which I studied for my A-levels; after reading The Island of Doctor Moreau by HG Wells several times I began to like it; Virginia Woolf’s feminist treatise A Room of One’s Own struck a chord; I loved Antony and Cleopatra and The Picture of Dorian Gray was good fun. And yet it’s my violent hatred for Great Expectations (with the exception of Miss Havisham and one speeh Pip gives her); Samuel Richardson’s behemoth, Clarissa; Samuel Beckett’s plays and Virginia Woolf’s novels that sticks in my mind when I think of classics. So I’m glad my mind is slowly changing about that.
When it comes to classics
classics I’ve read The Great Gatsby, The
Hobbit and To Kill a Mockingbird (well,
I will have when this goes live!) and
I loved Gatsby and thoroughly enjoyed To
Kill a Mockingbird and The Hobbit. I’m
continuously surprised by that. I have a huge list of books that I planned to
read over the next few years that contains novels from Anna Karenina and Wuthering
Heights to I Capture the Castle and
The Giver.
For the not
quite-classics-but-will-be books I’ve read - Howl’s Moving Castle by Dianna Wynne Jones and Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson – they’re brilliant. And there are
so many of them! The children’s classics I missed when I was a little girl, the
popular and essential novelsand series’ I passed over in my early teens.
Next up for me is The Book Thief by Markuz Zusak and The Road by Cormac McCarthy and I’m
genuinely excited to discover both of them.
What classics did you read and
love/hate at school or university? Do you read them now? Any you think I should
prioritise?
Sophie