I realized fairly recently how few of the classics I’ve read. So I’ve been slowly working through them, slipping them in between other books. I’ve discovered that I have to space them out, because honestly, I usually find them dull. While I don’t mind reading the classics, I can’t ravage through one and ask for a second.
The last classic I read was Frankenstein, which I finished about two weeks ago. I don’t even know when I started it, but I had to take a break in the middle to read something else. Yeash. No offense to Mary Shelley. It was definitely worth the read, but it’s not my new favorite book ever.
So after putting two other books in between, I’m now on To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee, which I somehow managed to escape from high school without reading. I’m not very far in yet, but it’s interesting. Better than Frankenstein anyway.