I don’t know about you, but when I’m expected to know something—and I don’t know it—I feel really stupid when someone brings it up. This becomes especially embarrassing when people assume I’ve read a book that, to be honest, I should’ve read before today. To be fair, I’ve read a lot of books. But different schools have different lists of required reading, so it’s a definite possibility that I won’t have read something from the list of classics we were each given as freshmen in high school.
However, I’ve been doing a lot of reading for fun these past months, and I figured it was about time I drew up a list of classics that I’ve always wanted (or felt obligated) to read. There were a few honorable mentions that didn’t make the cut: A Farewell to Arms by Ernest Hemingway (I’ve read a shocking lack of Hemingway in my life), Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoyevsky (I just want to brag that I’ve read such a large and difficult book), and Dubliners by James Joyce (I know it has nothing to do with the Dublin that I love, but I love Ireland so much I should give it a shot).
So here is my list of classics I haven’t read yet and why.