So at the beginning of the year I decided to switch this blog to strictly classic literature, and like any new year’s resolution I failed miserably. Of course as soon as I made the decision I saw all the great books that were coming out that year and I sat there salivating. I found it stunted my reading. I’d look at the new releases i.e. Tana French’s new book, but then I’d think to myself, “but I can’t review it on my blog because its not a classic, and then I slog my way through Doctor Zhivago. I couldn’t take it anymore, I set aside Russian literature and picked up The Hunger Games instead. I still love the classics and plan on having an emphasis on them but I will not devote the blog to them, it is too restrictive. Besides, I did join The Classic Club this year, a group of readers working their way through 50+ classics (of which I have already removed Doctor Zhivago). I’ll get my fill that way. I still adore the classics and will make sure they take a recurring role here but they will not always play center stage.
To quote Shakespeare “All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.”