I think classic literature is lost on me. Last night our book club discussed Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte. I was the one who actually picked the book because I tried to read it in high school and just couldn't get into it. I was sure, now that I'm in my 50's my taste in literature would have greatly improved and reading a classic like that would give me a somewhat scholarly feeling as I read such a great work in literature. I'm here to report that nothing has changed, although as I struggled through about half of the book, I resorted to finishing it by cheating and reading a chapter by chapter synopsis!
I do enjoy listening to the girls who actually read the books each month discus character development and plot line, etc. and I understand what the book was really about after someone points it out to me, but I have decided that classic literature and most literature in general is right over my head.
Next months selection is " The Lovely Bones".... I'm hoping I am able to read the book and don't run to catch the movie before the next meeting!