There is no Frigate like a Book
To take us Lands away
Nor any Coursers like a Page
Of prancing Poetry--
This Traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of Toll--
How frugal is the Chariot
That bears the Human Soul--

-Emily Dickinson


November, 2010. This is when I had an epiphany that I knew nothing about literature. What exactly prompted this revelation, I don't remember. But what I did after that was print off "BBC's Top 100 Books" list in order to expand my horizons. (Although I'm aware that there are plenty of books omitted from the list, as well as new books constantly being published, this is intended simply to help me be acquainted with literature.) I challenged myself to read all of the books on the list. One year later, I've realized it will take much longer than expected. With only 7 of the 100 books read, this task seems daunting and unrealistic. While some may think it's somewhat masochistic, some may think it's an admirable goal. I guess it depends on the book I'm reading. Frequently I'll read a book that is not on this long list. I used to apologize for it, but I'm assuming hardly anyone reads it anyways.

I started by critiquing the books and authors, but the purpose for writing has changed over the years. The purpose of this blog isn't necessarily to write reviews for the benefit of high school procrastinators or for eagerly researching book-readers or for really anyone besides me. It's a documentation of my own progress as a learner and a reader, as well as being wonderfully cathartic. Books elicit an emotional response, which allows me to explore my own beliefs about life and spirituality.

As of Sunday, June 21st, 2015, I have read twenty-six books on the list. This is hopefully subject to change, and will be updated regularly...or more accurately, as regularly as I finish a book, which isn't always regular.


Saturday, December 10, 2011

Jane Eyre - Charlotte Brontë


Read Third in June, 2011.

I don't have a lot to say about this one. It was definitely a good story, but I don't remember anything that I thought was spectacular or spectacularly bad (but remember, I read it about six months ago). Actually, I take that back. I really appreciated Charlotte's effort to not make this love story superficial or cliché. The discovery of Mr. Rochester's insane wife Bertha made the plot very original. But...(here's the shocker. I'm a hypocrite)...I was disappointed that Mr. Rochester ended up blind and disgusting and ugly. I wanted the cliché ending with eternal love and sunshine and rainbows and singing birds. 

There you have it. I'm a softy.
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