It’s
probably my favorite room; a white comforter covers the bed in its center, a
mountain of pillows line up against the headboard, nightstands supporting burlap-shaded
lamps on either side. Above hangs distressed
black picture frames, displaying frozen moments from our wedding day with the
words uttered from Ruth to her mother-in-law, Naomi (Ruth 1:16) hanging in the
center. An antique white dresser faces opposite that inviting bed, holding a preserved
bouquet of once white lilies. On the two walls running parallel to the
nightstands hang shelves filled with books. Books that have transported me to
far off places. I have travelled from the mountains of Montana, to the hallowed
halls of Hogwarts, to Wisconsin’s big woods, and even to Forks,
Washington. They have allowed me
to visit the mansion of Manderley, the New Jersey home of Frank and Lillian
Gilbreth, and the town of River Heights. Then there are the books that wait to
take me on a magical journey. They rest on one of those nightstands. To many
they might lend to the idea of clutter or disarray, but to me this cluster of
books is but a mountain for to climb. Among this pile rests the words from the
creator of Duck Commander, the recollections of a child actor, and the story of
a dog at ground zero. There is no particular order to their arrangement. It is
a mismatch of fiction and nonfiction-with a few biographies in between, but
there is something missing from this stack. Classics. I have read classics.
I’ve listened to Kate Chopin describe the summer getaway place of Isle. I’ve
imagined the grandeur of the parties thrown in West Egg, Long Island. I’ve
longed to visit the Coleman home in the beautifully described Ozark Mountains,
but I have never looked between the cover of Panther in the Sky. I can only
assume the content of War and Peace is true to its title. There are many
classics I’ve simply never read. That’s right I’m admitting it…there are
classics I have never read. Of course, I plan to change that starting with
these ten.
The
Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas
The Hobbit
by J.R.R. Tolkien
Little
Women by Louisa May Alcott
My
Friend Flicka by Mary O’Hara
War and
Peace by Leo Tolstoy
Catch 22
by Joseph Heller
I Know
Why The Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou
Fahrenheit
451 by Ray Bradbury
The
Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe by C.S. Lewis
The
Adventures of Sherlock Holmes Arthur Conan Doyle
So there you have it-ten
classics on my reading list. What do you think? Have you read these? Would you recommend
them? What classics are on your TBR list?
A
classic is a book that has never finished saying what it has to say.
-Italo Calvino
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