This is such a relief. It’s such a relief that I’m standing here at the kitchen counter, after standing all day, because I’m so enthused about this discovery I can’t take the time to find my chair.
First, I visited Park Bench Bookends for a wonderful post on their favorite literary books, and then I skedaddled over to Dead White Guys because isn’t that a witty name for an ‘other people think it’s dry’ subject, and then I find that the common bond here is not only quality books but a wonderful “hop” hosted by The Blue Bookcase. A hop which does not specialize in the trivial and trite, the pulp fiction and “sparkly font on black background” as Jane Doe put it.
Nope, this hop is focusing on what is essential to those who love the classics. The literary wonders which take your breath away.
What shall I choose as my favorite literary piece? Could it be The Robber Bride by Margaret Atwood? Could it be Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy or the recently reread Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert? Could it be Kafka on The Shore by my beloved Haruki Murakami? It could be all of these and more, but tonight I’ll settle on A. S. Byatt’s Possession.
A novel which took me several tries in which to fully immerse myself, once immersed I couldn’t extricate myself. Nor did I want to. And, if you want to talk about one of the best endings ever, this has got to be it.