I don't know when I stopped reading novel type books. I know it had nothing to do with having kids, but that certainly didn't help the situation. I love to read, and I read a lot as a kid. Judy Blume and Beverly Cleary come to mind when I think of my elementary years. In junior high I remember having to read "To Kill a Mocking Bird" and "Of Mice and Men", but in high school I can't remember what I read, or even being required to read. There was one book in my English Lit. class my senior year that I was assigned over spring break, but I was going to California with some friends and didn't have time to read it. My junior year I remember doing Shakespeare. Didn't understand a bit of it, probably because at the time I didn't want to, it wasn't a passion of mine by any stretch of the imagination. His work now scares me to death, mostly because I know at some point very soon I will have to expose Michael to this literary virtuoso.
After high school there were a few John Grisham books, "Jurassic Park" and some flesh eating bacteria book entitled "The Hot Zone". I also got into the Sue Grafton, Mary Higgins Clark type books too. But, I have never really drank from the well of classical literature. If it's been made into a "Wishbone" episode, I have certainly never read it, at least not up until now.
It started a few years back with the release of the "Lord of the Rings" movies. Someone suggested that they would be easier to understand if I read the books first. I started with "The Hobbit" and finished with "Return of the King". I would like to re-read these at some point. I enjoyed them, but I also rushed through them because Kent was anxious to rent the movies, and was waiting for me to finish the books. I definitely didn't savor them like I should have.
Next came "Anna Karenina", at the suggestion of my sister. Oh what a tangled web we weave! I actually couldn't believe what she did at the end and remembered reading a certain page over and over again, to make sure I had gotten it right.
After Anna came "David Copperfield", which I enjoyed, although Uriah Heep gave me the creeps. The name just resonate evil.
This September I read "Wuthering Heights". I found it to be so very depressing, like a book version of the movie "Legends of the Fall". It's not the same story, it just gave me the same feeling only for a longer amount of time since it was a book. I almost didn't finish it.
Thank goodness the next book I picked was a good one. So good in fact I had a hard time putting it down. "Pride and Prejudice" by Jane Austen. I wasn't expecting to like this and maybe that's why I ended up loving it so much. I've actually got another book of hers on hold at the library, and will be picking it up tonight. But first I must finish "Lust for Life", which was recommended by a good friend. So far I like it.
I know I'm just scratching the surface of things here, and if you have any suggestions on great books I should add to my list, please let me know. I suppose after "Mansfield Park" I should get my hands on some of William's work, so suggestions on the best easiest pieces to start with would be very helpful as well.