|Ideal Bookshelf 73|
My first love was reading. My parents used to catch me in bed late at night with a flashlight reading under the covers. I studied literature in college. Even my thoughts are "written" out in my head. I've read hundreds of books over the years. But eventually, I met my match: the unabridged David Copperfield. If I had a nemesis in book form, it would be David Copperfield.
This book has been following me around (literally) since 1998. I got it in high school, took it to college, it's been on road trips, airplanes and hospital stays. I've started and made it halfway through at least four times. So giving up on my goal of reading it by my 30th birthday was not an option.
I finished the book last week. And to be honest, I'm glad it took me so long. I think my life experience has given me a depth of understanding that I lacked a decade ago. As I read, I kept wondering if Mr. Dickens is perched atop his cloud in Heaven watching people read his work. If he is watching, I'm sure I put on quite a show for him. I laughed. I cried. I loved it. I think that's why I love Charles Dickens so much. His words and his wit are timeless.
I'm kind of at a loss now, though. I've always had this book waiting for me. Now that I've conquered my foe, what should I read next? Any suggestions?