Tag Archives: Reading

Read any

of these books?

Jane Eyre (still haven’t found a movie adaptation that I can sit through) Villette, Shirley, The Professor, all by Charlotte Bronte

Pride and Prejudice (1995 adaptation I love, 2005 a dud) Northanger Abbey, Emma, Sense and Sensibility (adaptation was okay) Persuasion, Mansfield Park, all by Jane Austen

Pamela by Samuel Richardson

Chronicles of Narnia by C.S. Lewis

Lord of the Rings Trilogy (the book was better than the movie; but I must admit that I hated the movie when I first saw it. That’s change) The Hobbit, all by J. R. R. Tolkien

The Lord of the Flies by William Golding

Crime and Punishment, Notes from the Underground by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

As You Like It, Othello, The Tempest, Macbeth, Merchant of Venice, Hamlet, all by William Shakespeare

Daisy Miller, The Turn of the Screw by Henry James

Wuthering Heights (saw the black and white version with Laurence Olivier, loved it) by Emily Bronte

Agnes Grey, The Tenant of Wildfell Hall (adaptation – couldn’t get past the few minutes) by Anne Bronte

The Great Gatsby (a book I loved but finding it hard to read again. Read it again) This Side of Paradise, The Beautiful and the Damned, by F. Scott Fitzgerald

The Way of All Flesh by Samuel Butler

Far From the Madding Crowd, Tess of d’ Urbervilles, Mayor of Casterbridge, Under the Greenwood Tree, Jude the Obscure, The Woodlanders, all by Thomas Hardy

Go Tell it on the Mountain by James Baldwin

North and South (saw the adaptation, like/hate) by Elizabeth Gaskell

House of Mirth (saw the adaptation with Gillian Anderson. Loved) by Edith Wharton

The Adventures of Hukleberry Finn by Mark Twain

Last of the Mohicans (saw the movie. Loved it. If I’d read the book before the movie, I don’t think I would’ve watched it) by James Fenimore Cooper

The Phantom of the Opera (saw the movie. It was okay) by Gaston Leroux

The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath

What Every Woman Knows by J.M.Barrie

The Scarlett Pimpernel by Baroness Emmuska Orczy

The Blithedale Romance by Nathaniel Hawthorne

Things Fall Apart by Chiuna Achebe

Animal Farm, 1984, by George Orwell

Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad

Hatter Fox by Marilyn Harris

The Lost Horizon by James Hilton

The Catcher in the Rye by J. D. Salinger

Native Son by Richard Wright

The Warden, Barchester Towers by Anthony Trollope

Father Brown Mysteries by G.K. Chesterton

The Secret Garden by Francis Hodgson Burnett

A Declaration of Independence by W. H. Canaway

The Picture of Dorian Gray, Lady Windermere’s Fan by Oscar Wilde

The Mill on the Floss by George Eliot

Little Women by Louisa May Alcott (watched the movie version with Susan Sarandon)

To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee (saw the movie with Gregory Peck. Loved it)

The Neverending Story by Michael Ende

Anne of Avonlea, Anne of the Island by L.M.  Montgomery

Oliver Twist, A Tale of Two Cities, Great Expectations by Charles Dickens

Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson

In Cold Blood by Truman Capote

The Pearl by John Steinbeck

Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass by Lewis Carroll (Um, what an imagination)

To Sir With Love by E.R. Braithwaite (Saw the movie. Loved it)

Waverley by Sir Walter Scott

Madame Bovary by Gustave Falubert (what a bore)

The Call of the Wild by Jack London

Diary of a Young Woman by Anne Frank

Woman In White by Wilkie Collins

The Hunchback of Notre Dame & Les Miserables by Victor Hugo

Diary of a Nobody by George and Weedon Grossmith

Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf

The Invisible Man by H.G. Wells

Doctor Zhivago by Boris Pasternak

For Whom The Bell Tolls by Ernest Hemingway

Of Human Bondage by W. Somerset Maugham

Plays

The Hairy Ape by Eugene O’Neill

A Raisin in the Sun (saw the movie with Sidney Poitier. Loved) by Lorraine Hansberry

The Glass Menagerie by Tennessee Williams

Death of a Salesman by Arthur Miller

The Mikado by Arthur Sullivan and W.S. Gilbert

Odeipus Rex, Antigone by Sophocles

Tartuffe by Moilere

Arms and the Man by Bernard Shaw

The Cherry Orchard by Anton Chekhov

A Doll House by Henrik Ibsen

The Lesson by Eugene Ionesco

The Zoo Story by Edward Albee

Riders to the Sea by John Millington Synge

Trifles by Susan Glaspell

The Man in a Case by Wendy Wassertein

Pygmalion by George Bernard Shaw

Shakespeare should be down here under plays. Ah well.

Presently reading Lord Jim by Joseph Conrad

Have a moon morning and a starry night. 🙂

Have a lovely, sunflower day. 🙂

Somewhere around the world someone is having a birthday. Happy Birthday. 🙂

Peter Walsh’s Love & Septimus Warren Smith’s War

Love is war some might say. Here were two men, not knowing each other as they appeared in Virginia Woolf’s novel, Mrs. Dalloway. One was damaged by his unrequited love for a woman and, the other by war.

Peter was empty and the things he used to fill it did not satisfy him. He loved Clarissa, i.e., Mrs Dalloway, but she did not share his feelings. He married, divorced and was in the process of marrying again. He thought that he was over her, but sometimes the mind plays tricks on the heart. But he lived.

“I will come,” said Peter, but he sat on for a moment. What is this terror? what is this ecstasy? he thought to himself. What is it that fills me with extraordinary excitement?// It is Clarissa, he said.// For there she was. From page 194

Septimus too was empty and full with the wrong things. He served his country. He saw death, and what did he get from it? What did he become? Damaged.

“. . . when Evans was killed, just before the Armistice, in Italy, Septimus, far from showing any emotion or recognising that here was the end of a friendship, congratulated himself upon feeling very little and very reasonably. The War had taught him. It was sublime. He had gone through the whole show, friendship, European War, death, had won promotion, was still under thirty and was bound to survive.” From page 86

He became crazy, and in the end, killed himself.

There are a lot of people out there that need to be emptied; emptiness like Jesus’ tomb, a person releasing his/her pain, a room where one can sit and think, is not bad.

Although I did not fancy the book, it did have some great points.

Have a lovely, sunflower day. 🙂

Gilbert Markham’s Second Impression

Have you ever made up your mind about someone just by the first meeting, but then changed how you felt about that person after getting to know him/her?

“I would rather admire you from this distance, fair lady, than be the partner of your home.”  from chapter 1, The Tenant of Wildfell Hall by Anne Bronte.

I do not believe in first impressions; they can be misleading, as in the case with Gilbert Markham. It was he that wrote that line above after seeing for the first time and then describing Helen Huntingdon. He would later fall in love with her.

Can I dare say that he was moody? Yes he was. Was he jealous? Yes he was, so jealous that he struck another man who he believed was his rival in love. Did he lost his belief in her as he started to believe the rumors and gossip? Yes he did. Did he eventually “come to his senses” after maturing in his thinking and in his love? He sure did.

Miss Bronte’s book, which I enjoyed, captured a few things. Secrecy that led to rumors and the attempted sullying of a woman driven to hide who she was because of a bad, distasteful marriage; people had strong opinions but it did not mean that you had to be influenced by them;  and everything was not as it seemed were just a few of those things.

I guess a dose of discernment, knowledge, common sense and whatever else sure does help when getting to know someone.

Hope everyone had a lovely, sunflower weekend. 🙂

Presently reading The Diary of a Nobody by George and Weedon Grossmith

 

Othello’s Mistrust

Do you trust the person you love?

“The Moor is of a free and open nature, That thinks men honest that but seem to be so, And will as tenderly be led by the nose as asses are.” Iago, Act I Scene III, Othello by William Shakespeare

Jealousy and anger led to hatred; hatred to unjust acts; unjust acts led to tragedy and suffering. And who got caught in all that were innocent people. Othello, a man brave in battle and flawed in being manipulated. Yes competent but lacking the discerning power to see through the lies of a man that was now pulling the strings; a man that led to him not trusting his wife, and in the end, killing her.

Shakespeare’s novel  depicted a hero becoming a puppet all because of someone who was green-eyed. A sad tale of planting seeds of doubt and mistrust that turned a man’s love into hate, ruining him in the process.

That word trust, how powerful it is. We require it from others and expect it not to be tarnish. But how can you tell if someone can be trusted?

Mr. B’s change of heart

Would you ever marry someone who did something or some terrible things to you in the past?

Mr. B, from the novel Pamela, by Samuel Richardson, was rich, conniving, rude and basically wanted what he wanted when he wanted it. Tsk, tsk, tsk. And one of those wants was a certain young woman. He tried a lot of things to entice her into moments of passion, even attempted rape. He was in lust, not in love. Not then anyway. Not until he had a change of heart and saw her in a different light; more than another human to please the flesh.

Mr. Richardson’s novel with its depiction of upper and lower classes in society, innocence verses evil, poverty against richness, relationships and keeping one’s innocence and not selling out for whatever reason(s), was a great read.

“Those commands of superiors which are contrary to our first duties are not to be obeyed.” Pamela, from the novel Pamela, by Samuel Richardson, Vol 1. Letter 15

Will you be able to stand up and not compromise what you believe in when a life of ease is place before your life of pain?

The Lateness of Lawrence Selden

How do you know when it is time to tell someone how you really feel about them? What is the reason for not saying something important?

He lived in a society where he was not quite on the outside of those with money, power and prestige, but he was also not on the inside either. Lawrence Selden, from the House of Mirth by Edith Wharton, was  a man who knew how to move within that type of society that he found himself in; one which he did not like but still wanted to be a part of.

Not perfect, opinionated and “judgmental”, he had common sense; he knew what he wanted. In one case, the major one of them all, he took too long to decide, and in the end, lost the woman he loved to death.

“Nine o’clock was an early hour for a visit, but Selden had passed beyond all such conventional observances. He only knew that he must see Lily Bart at once–he had found the word he meant to say to her, and it could not wait another moment to be said. It was strange that it had not come to his lips sooner–that he had let her pass from him the evening before without being able to speak it. But what did that matter, now that a new day had come? It was not a word for twilight, but for the morning.” from Book 2, chapter 14of The House of Mirth by Edith Wharton

Reading this book should open the eyes of those who believe that being rich mean having an easy life. That having money solve all problems, including the ones that they wish to deny. And if you love someone, and you know that they love you in return, let them know and be there for him/her when he/she needs you the most.

Eric Stolz was indeed Mr. Selden.

Aragorn went from A to Z

“All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king.” from Book 1, Strider, The Lord of the Rings by J. R. R. Tolkien

In order to obtain something, we must work hard and have perseverance. We must also believe in ourselves, although at times we might not. Aragorn wanted to obtain something; he had to work hard, have perseverance and believe in himself and the outcome of the situations around him. Sometimes he did not.

But he had to travel from point A to Z in order to be king, in order to marry the woman he loved, Arwen, and to be the protector along with others in the process of getting rid of a ring so powerful. He also had to do battle with people set out to do evil. Pressure, he felt it. Loyalty, he got it. Anger, he knew. In the end, the one indeed that was crownless became king.

Mr. Tolkien’s novel is filled with wonders and fascination. It is so interesting and marvelous that one man’s imagination brought about a book that was wonderful to read. I saw the movies first but did not like them. I read the book, re-watched the movies and I loved them. Viggo Mortensen played Aragorn well.

Do you have what it takes to accomplish what you want?

“The Lord of the Rings is of course a fundamentally religious and Catholic work; unconsciously so at first, but consciously in the revision. That is why I have not put in, or have cut out practically all references to anything like ‘religion’ to ‘cults or practices’, in the imaginary world. For the religious element is absorbed into the story and the symbolism.” J. R. R. Tolkien in Letter No. 142