My Love Affair with the Classics

Yes, you read it correctly. Not only do I have a problem with addiction, but I've been having an affair to boot...

for quite a long time.

(But please don't judge me. No one likes judgemental people.)

Aahhh, The Classics.

Don't get me wrong...I still love reading regular books. I still need to have them in my life. I have absolutely no intention of just packing up and leaving them forever to run away and spend the rest of my life with The Classics.

But I WILL continue having my liaisons... because The Classics have always given me what's been missing in my relationship with regular books. Call me selfish, but I'm just not willing to give that up.

I know what you're thinking. You think it's all just about the romance, but it isn't. The Classics understand me in a way that regular books just don't. I'm talking deep, philosophical soul-reaching here. And The Classics always talk to me like I'm a grown-up...sometimes in the most beautifully lyrical language.

Listen...I know that regular books try really hard sometimes...I'll give them that. At times, they've come pretty darn close. For that, I still love them.

But don't expect The Classics to disappear from my life...ever.

Wow...all this is making me so nostalgic, I think I'll share some of my favorite moments with The Classics I've had over the years....

The Age of Innocence

Anna Karenina

The Count of Monte Cristo

Emma

Jane Eyre

Middlemarch

North and South

Sense and Sensibility


Pride and Prejudice

The Woman in White

Until next time, folks...head to the library or bookstore and pick up one of The Classics.

You KNOW you want to!

Readaholics Anonymous

Hi. My name is Lyn, and I'm a readaholic.

No...not a RECOVERING readaholic...

A bonafide, certified, always-off-the-wagon readaholic.

I've been this way for years. I got my first taste of reading when I was quite young, and I became a junkie almost immediately.

By the time I was 12 (so young...I know), I already needed glasses. It wasn't a proud moment, but I wasn't about to give up my addiction...I needed books. I needed to read. I really didn't care who was affected in my quest to get what I needed.

Sometimes, I still hear my family talk about the days when we were kids...memories that they have that I somehow missed. ("Why doesn't Lyn remember that?" they'll ask. "Oh, that's right. She was probably in her room...READING.")

I'm not going to lie...sometimes, late at night...when I'm getting another fix...I'm still haunted by those words!

Addiction is serious business.

I don't WANT to be another statistic.

I don't WANT to end up on the latest episode of INTERVENTION.

But I can't stop.

I can't stay out of the library. Or the bookstores. I try to stay off of Amazon.com, but it always pulls me back in.

And then there are the books...just laying around my house, taunting me. As if to say "We're soooo much better than TV".

I know I should get rid of them.

I Just. Can't. Bring. Myself. To Do It!

Maybe someday.

Until then, a readaholic I will continue to be.

And in an effort to redeem myself, I'm going to try to do something good with my addiction.

Like use this blog to help others choose good books to read...


Until next time,

Read something, for goodness sakes! You KNOW you want to!