About my Love for Classics

About a week ago, my mother mentioned something to me that has been bugging me for the past week. She told me that, while my love for reading is apparent within every post and every review I write, she felt like something was missing from my blog. I wasn’t really sure what she meant with that, and she was quick to explain. Ever since my knowledge of English was good enough to start reading my books in English, I have had a profound love for classics. Jane Austen is one of my biggest inspirations, Lewis Carrol’s Alice in Wonderland is one of my favourite tales for as long as I can remember, Shakespeare’s plays have always intrigued me, and I adore good poetry. But somehow, none of this is apparent when you read my blog.

This touched a nerve. Because looking back at the many posts I have written the past year, these posts never shared this part of me. I have reviewed some YA retellings of some of my favourite classics (proclaiming my undying love for their authors whenever they managed to twist a well know story into something new and exciting), but never about the tales they originate from. I regret this now, and it caused me to start wondering why I never wrote about my love for classics. Now, a week later, I still haven’t come up with a good enough reason as to why I never did.

Some reasons did cross my mind, but if I’m being honest they don’t even come close to sounding good enough a reason (they come across as downright stupid even, and I am embarrassed to admit that these actually crossed my mind). I tried convincing myself that almost everyone knows and has read their classics, so what would one more review or one more opinion be? Which, now I am writing this post, actually sounds even more ridiculous than when I tried to convince myself of its truth. Another one: Nobody likes classics. This makes me want to strangle myself, because there’s NO way that is, or ever will be, true.

Honestly, I think that along the way I got insecure. I do this sometimes… Okay, let’s be honest here, because this happens more often than I’d like to admit. I’ve been told in the past that it was weird that I loved reading classics. Why I always focus on negatives, and then somehow twist them into truths are a mystery to me, but I’m glad that my mom pointed it out. Because my love for classics are a part of me, and I’d like to share this with you as well.

So I am going to start this July with a promise to you. How I am going to incorporate this into my blog is still a mystery to me (if you have any ideas, don’t hesitate to let me know) but I will start including them in the future.

I think that some rereads might be in order (Any excuse is reason enough for me)!

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  1. 01/07/2014 / 00:56

    I know what you mean. I’m also a huge fan of classical literature not so much Shakespeare but I love Charlotte Bronte and Jane Austen. I’m looking forward to seeing what you come up with!

    • Iris
      01/07/2014 / 23:08

      Charlotte Bronte is another favourite of mine :)

  2. 02/07/2014 / 20:12

    Maybe you could do a post where you talk about the classic and some of the retellings? Like with Jane Eyre, you have ‘A breathe of Eyre.’ It might be fun to see you describing the contrast between the classic and what is different in the retelling?

    And you should stay close to yourself no matter what other people think. If you love classics, you should review them :)

    • Iris
      06/07/2014 / 22:27

      I do like that idea! I’m going to write it down and ponder :)

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