When people used to ask me what my favorite book was, I wasn’t quite sure what to say, so I responded with the Chronicles of Narnia. It wasn’t until a few days ago when in a conversation with a friend I realized that the Narnia books really aren’t my favorite books ever. Which isn’t to say I don’t like them — I do — but I never felt entirely comfortable with my response.
Now, though, I’ve realized which books are my favorites — books like Crime and Punishment, Don Quixote, Pride and Prejudice, and Jane Eyre. I like lots of other types of books as well, but the books that have really changed my life — the books that have made me who I am — are mostly the classics. They’re at the very top of my list. I don’t know how I didn’t realize this all along. :)
The catalyst for this epiphany was actually that I started reading The Brothers Karamazov and talking about it with said friend, and almost from page one I was in love with the book. (In fact, it already feels like it’s going to claim the title as king of my favorites.) It’s so good. I love Dostoevsky. And Tolstoy. I’m not entirely sure why I love the Russians most of all, but I do, unequivocally. Here’s a beautiful quote I just came across in Karamazov a few hours ago, for example: “If you repent, you love, and if you love, you are with God. Love redeems and saves everything.” Mmm.
Anyway, there does seem to be a higher activation energy needed to get into a classic (to stick with the chemistry metaphor), but once you get in it’s pretty easy to keep going, I’ve found. I can’t wait to read the rest of Dostoevsky. And the Jane Austen novels I haven’t read yet. And…and…and… :)

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