Today is my first year with the Classics Club! A year ago today I posted my list (which was revised continuously for weeks!), and since then I've read 84 out of 180.
My favourites? They're pictured above:
- The Idiot by Dostoevsky. I loved this so much I named my budgie after Myshkin (however Myshkin turned out to be a girl, so I suppose her formal name now must be Myska. True to form, she refuses to pose with this book, but you all know what she looks like anyway).
- North and South by Elizabeth Gaskell. I'm always overjoyed to see people reading this!
- Shirley by Charlotte Brontë. And not just for the description of the moors on the Scottish Borders.
- Howards End by E.M. Forster. And yet I've not read another Forster, but I do have
A Passage to India and Room with a View to come.
- To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee. The first book I read in 2013, and without a doubt, I couldn't have picked a better first. I took far too long to read this one.
- The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck (not pictured because I lent it to my mum). All I can say is thank you, Adam!
- Paradise Lost by John Milton. Beautiful.
- The House of Mirth by Edith Wharton. One of the may brilliant books I read in September (which was my extraordinarily good reading run, just before the dreaded rut).
- Les Liaisons Dangereuses by Choderlosde Lacos. Read this February for French February.
- The Nun by Denis Diderot. Insane, but awesome.
- The Mill on the Floss by George Eliot. This book, that ending, will stay with me forever.
- The Brothers Karamazov, another one by Dostoevsky. Incredibly dense and complex, but a must-read.