I simply gathered the books laying around the house that are not on bookshelves that I am either reading, just finished or am about to get to when God makes days longer and the hours pass more slowly.
And I got this:
I think that I find some sort of comfort in having a lot of printed material at my disposal. And while I may not get to every book that interests me, I am glad that I always have “company” when needed.
It is rather fascinating to think of my favorite books and ponder why I was drawn to read it in the first place. In the stack above, The Brothers Karamazov is the only one that is written by a person who is dead and is considered classical literature (although a few of these are highly regarded modern pieces).
Three of those books are by authors I consider my favorites. Each was referred to me by another avid reader. In fact, most every book in this picture is in my house because either the author or the book was suggested to me.
So, I would like to know (if possible), what books any of the readers of this blog might suggest to someone who is interested in Shakespeare, religion’s role in society, the evolution of language who realizes this stack has only two female writers, and still has a love for great literature.
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