Today’s post was inspired by one of Justine’s thought-provoking posts and the interesting comments that ensued. (Not to mention just a little egging on by Deborah and Sue.) I especially loved Justine’s fabulous rant about “Moby Dick.” It’s going to make my Comment Hall of Fame.
I have a confession to make. I graduated with a degree in English from a reputable private university never having read “Jane Eyre.”
Can you believe it?
I hadn’t read “Pride and Prejudice” either, and I thought that was a prerequisite. (Shhh. Don’t tell. I don’t want them to revoke my degree.)
Since then, of course, I’ve read both and here’s where my next confession comes in.
While I practically consumed “Jane Eyre,” I don’t love Jane Austen. (Except when someone totally hot is cast as Mr. Darcy in a film version.) Sue claimed such a statement was heresy. (Although I’m sure she loves a hot Mr. Darcy as well as the next girl.) And she may be right; but it’s the truth. In fact, the first (and only) time I read “Pride and Prejudice” I got through most of the book believing I’d read it before but wondering why it wasn’t turning out like I expected. Finally I realized what I had read before was “Sense and Sensibility.” I thought the two were the same book, except for the ending.
Coming out of the closet about my dislike for Austen was so freeing, I thought I’d offer all of you equal time to rant and rave.
Here’s what I want to know:
1). Tell me what classic work you absolutely loathe.
2). Name one of your guilty pleasures (It’s kind of like when I admit out loud–but only in certain company–that I really love the movie “The Wedding Singer”). I want to know what non classic you absolutely love. Because, as Maralise pointed out, escapist literature definitely has its place on the nightstand and sometimes we pick up a book because we simply want to be entertained.
Now it’s your turn. It’s already been established that what is considered “classic” is somewhat subjective–I promise no one is going to judge your definition. So give it to me straight.