Sleepy Time Books

 I just read an article which had a list of books the writer claims we might have in the house but have never read. Of course the Bible was on the list. I don't own one. War and Peace was there. I once tried to read it but didn't get far. I made a comment on a blog that I would try again, but I'm not sure I can slog through a dystopian nightmare while we're living in one. Atlas Shrugged. Again, I tried. I do have The Fountainhead which I'm not supposed to like, but I did. 

Here are books on my shelf I have tried and failed to get through.


Dr. Zhivago. The movie was pretty, the bits that I saw with Julie Christie walking through a snow covered ruin. I'm sure there was a doctor in it and snow and Russian things like stale bread and gulags.

Alice in Wonderland. It's just weird, too strange for me. I feel there is a lot of reading between the lines ... I don't like to have to decode a book. 

Moby Dick. Come on. Really? I just don't get it. 

Les Miserables. I swear, I try because the actual premise sounds terrific, but it's my go to when I need a good sleep. I cannot keep my eyes open.

One book I never would have read but it was mandatory when I went back to school a few years ago, was 'The Odyssey.'


A short synopsis... Odysseus fights in the Trojan War, then takes twenty years to travel home while his wife and then baby wait for him. Odysseus, as you see is in no hurry for a reunion. He makes stops along the way arguing with mythical creatures, traveling the seas, raping, looting and killing, then he stays with a mistress for a number of years. He finally thinks of the wife and now young man back home and arrives to greet son. They bond by murdering enemies together.


I think I realized during this class that I was done with college. I have become too jaded which makes me sad, especially when I witnessed the energy and curiosity in the young minds around me. I miss being able to read anything without judgement and place myself within the book. I can no longer read and be a part of it. I suppose it is why I still treasure books I have read when I was young. I can feel the heat and touch the bark of Boo Radley's tree. I can cry with Jo as Beth takes her last breath. I can huddle in fear with Jane as she hears laughter coming from the attic.

Now I just hope I can stay away to read one more chapter. 


Comments

ex-ferrer said…
"A Confederacy of Dunces". I was living in New Orleans when someone suggested it. "You'll better understand New Orleanians if you read this. They were wrong about that. I tried a couple three times. No go. It was there that I discovered Bukowski though...
Maggie said…
Aww, that's one of my favorite books, but I get it. It's very strange. And I found Bukowski icky.
ex-ferrer said…
OMG! You said you liked him!! Well, he was icky, but he made it work. He was like Seinfeld- a show about nothing- but damn, it all came together.
Maggie said…
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Maggie said…
I can't believe you remember that. Lol. Sorry
ex-ferrer said…
I've got a memory as long as my- well, never mind!

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