The world is full of books to read, and no matter how good our intentions may be, there’s just no way to read them all. It’s hard enough to stay on top of contemporary literature, let alone having at least a passing familiarity with the exalted classics of years gone by. Personally, I keep a running list in my head called “Books I Need to Read Before I Die.” It’s a very long list, and even if I somehow get to be really really old, I’m reasonably certain that I’m never going to make it through everything. Call it a hunch.
Anyway, in thinking about my list of books to read, I’ve decided that it’s time to stop being daunted and start getting busy. And though I often say I’m going to do this sort of thing, I usually never get beyond the saying part. As such, I’m putting this out in public, and you can all be my witnesses — I’m actually going to read these, really, I swear. After finishing each book on my list, I’ll post a review which will probably be slightly irreverent, since irreverence is my style.
My list? Here it is. Books I either meant to read, or was supposed to read, or I skimmed parts of, or I read and forgot, or I merely pretended to read when I was assigned them in school:
— Aeneid – Virgil
— Inferno – Dante
— Canzoniere – Petrarch
— Troilus and Cressida – Shakespeare
— Samson Agonistes – John Milton
— Mansfield Park – Jane Austen
— Anna Karenina – Leo Tolstoy
— Heart of Darkness – Joseph Conrad
This is in no way an exhaustive list, and though I may add more in the future, I think this is enough to keep me busy for awhile. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got some reading to do.