Many of the
“classics” I've read were consumed in my teens and 20s, some dozens of years to
decades ago. Unlike the reluctant high-school and college academics of today, I
actually had to read these books to do well on my literature assignments,
rather than placing my hopes on understandings gleaned through online study
guides.
There have been a
lot of books under the bridge since then, and while I remembered reading Jane
Austen's work, I'd completely forgotten how it made me feel like my head was
stuffed full of excited chickens. My voyage through Pride and Prejudice
this month brought it all back.
