Should I even waste words (if there is such an act) apologizing for another prolonged absence?
I spent almost the entire summer reading. Mostly in my room. There were parks and long car rides, and an amazing trip to Barbados, but reading was the common denominator. I revisited Tess of the D'urbervilles for the third time and tried out The Portrait of a Lady by Henry James. Those were the only remnants from the genre of classic literature. The rest were scattered across the board. I read what looked good. I read what was suggested to me. I read anything. I read everything.
Even now with the adjustment to the college workload and routine, I haven't stopped. It's escalated, really. The overwhelming thirst for knowledge started burning this summer. My college experience thus far has only served to fuel the fire. The only satisfaction I receive (though transitory) is the feeling of having finished a book. Then it ends, and I have to pick up another one.
Why am I saying this? Just to let you know that I haven't stopped reading. Just writing. Or writing here, at least. But I'm beginning to feel that urge again. The question is, where to begin?
I've decided to leave it up to you guys. Hopefully you'll give me some feedback. If not, I won't despair. I know I've been gone for too long and my desolate blog views tell me that many of you have stopped looking for me. I'm just flirting with the possibility of revitalization. I just might stick to it this time.
Ok, so the books:
- Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad
- Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer
- Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov
- The Innocent by Ian McEwan
- The Autobiography of Malcolm X as Told by Alex Haley by Malcolm X, Alex Haley
- The Alchemist by Paul Coelho
- Disgrace by J.M. Coetzee
- Slaughterhouse Five by Kurt Vonnegut
- The History of God by Karen Armstrong
- 1984 by George Orwell
- A Streetcar Named Desire by Tennessee William
- The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran
- Zealot by Reza Aslan
- Portrait of a Lady by Henry James
- The Stranger by Albert Camus
- Sons and Lovers by D.H. Lawrence
- The Color of Water by James Mcbride
Which one am I reviewing for you guys?
