I love to read. And I love reading romance. It's not a guilty pleasure for me, it's just a pleasure. You know the end will be okay and the romantic leads will end up together to live out their days in happiness. But it is still fun to read.
On occasion though, I feel I need a bit more than just a simple romance novel. And I buy other books. Literary works. Hailed by the critics. Must-reads. And I get a copy of said must-read and try and work my way through it. I bought The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood (before the current series and hype). I tried to work my way through it, but as of today, I have been at it for over three years. And as with the film (after which I bought the book), I find it extremely hard going.
I started David Copperfield by Charles Dickens. As of today I have yet to finish it. I started it in 1993! I bought On the Road by Jack Kerouac. I don't get it. I Just Don't Get It! But, I would not be deterred. I decided to go for the big guns and got hold of a copy of The Gulag Archipelago (the abridged version) by Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn. No read for the beach, but on the other hand: I couldn't put it down either. And yes, I finished it.
The latest in my tries to bring a bit more culture to add to my collection was 1984 by George Orwell. I didn't know what to expect and I was a bit apprehensive, but even though it was quite tough reading at times, it was also a book I could not put down. And this morning (while at work) I finished it. It had me wrong-footed from quite early on (I tipped Julia), but I guess that was what it had intended to do from the get-go.
So, what's to be next? Any suggestions? (And yes, I might give David Copperfield another go. At some point)