Classic Stories and Modern Tales

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Promote yourselves

Here’s a break from your regularly scheduled blogging for you… I don’t check into this site as much as I should, but with summer break on the horizon, I want to turn that around.

So what blogs should I follow?  What blogs should I read?  I love books, teaching, writing, pop culture, movies, Broadway, adulthood struggles… You name it.

Tell me what to check out.  Comment here.  Promote yourselves if you want to.  Why should I check out your blog?  I want to!  Here’s me breaking out of my shell.

The stages of going to a book sale…

  1. Pre-sale excitement. “I’m going to a book sale, I’m going to a book sale, I’M GOING TO A BOOK SALE!”
  2. During-sale euphoria.  “Books, books, BOOKS.  Look at all the books!”
  3. During-sale overwhelmed panic. “But which do I buy?  Can I afford them all?  They won’t all fit in my car!”
  4. Checkout anxiety.  “Am I sure I don’t want that Nora Roberts book?  That Jackie Onassis biography looked so lonely…”
  5. Post-sale regret. “I bought too many books.  I didn’t buy enough books.  I should go back.”
  6. To-read list overwhelmed panic.  “WHEN WILL I EVER READ ALL OF THIS?”
  7. Joy.  “Look at all my books.”

I’m going to a book sale tomorrow!

Favorite books

I was in the 9th grade.  In my reading class, we had to choose a classic book to read and do a presentation on.  Any classic book.  The year before, I had read A Tree Grows in Brooklyn for this assignment.  One friend was going to try to read Les Miserables.  Another would be reading 1984.  But I was lost.

So I went to my teacher for guidance.  To this day, I don’t understand how she knew me so well.  Yes, it was her second year as my teacher.  Yes, I had her for a very small class.  But how did she know so perfectly what book I would like?  And that I would fall so deeply in love with it?

I don’t remember much of my first reading of The Great Gatsby.  I remember gasping out loud at the end though, feeling heartbroken.  I DO remember begging my parents for a copy and reading that copy once a year for the following ten years or so.  I remember reading it in 11th grade English class and feeling superior because I was the only one who knew what was going to happen.  I remember being terrified (but pleasantly surprised) by the movie with DiCaprio.  What would they do to my favorite book?

No matter how many times I read it, I never get sick of F. Scott Fitzgerald’s words or of the characters.  In fact, I want to go and read it now.

Do you remember when you discovered your favorite book?

Rereading a book, revisiting a friend

Do you ever reread your favorite books?

Do you ever reread your favorite books A LOT?

I’m currently reading Sarah J. Maas’s Throne of Glass series for the first time (it’s quite good, by the way), but I keep thinking about all of the books I want to reread right now.  Pride and Prejudice.  The Royal We.  The Help.  I’ve read them all before.  In a few cases, I have read them several times.  But I’m just in the mood to revisit my favorite characters again.

My mother thinks I’m crazy.  She reads a book once and she’s done.  Maybe I am crazy.  My to-read list is insufferably long.

But I don’t know.  When I think about my favorite books, they’re all about people and worlds that I feel like I’ve come to know.  Sometimes, they’re filled with beautiful worlds.  And I want to revisit them.

It’s like visiting an old friend.

Do you reread your favorite books multiple times?

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