So I picked up Rebecca as my ode to classics. Who hasn't heard the opening line of the book, wondered what it meant, felt sorry for the young bride trying to find her way in a truly unknown landscape, haunted by the image of a woman who came before her?
I am taking my time with this one, knowing that once I'm done I can't say I've never read it. It's like pulling a ribbon off slowly, wondering what may be hidden under the wrapping. I am enjoying it, and the leisure with which I am consuming it is rather decadent and delicious.
I have a few others on my list, and I hope to consume them with the same leisure and joy (in no particular order):
- Madame Bovary — anything considered obscene in 19th century France has to be worth a gander!
- A Christmas Carol — Despite the enjoyable film adaptations of the past and present, nothing rings as true as Dickens' own words.
- The Woman in White — I'm still partially mesmerized by Wilkie after reading Drood.
- Dracula — it will give me a reason to go to the Rosenbach Museum to see, perhaps to touch, Bram Stoker's outline and notes for his novel. (It was closed for renovation when I last tried to visit.) (The museum, that is.)
What classics have you enjoyed that aren't on this list? Which would you recommend?