The project and long books

I do think I've actually written about the reading project I embarked upon a couple of years ago now, which is to read all of the fiction on my shelves that has, thus far, gone unread. (In case I haven't, there it is.) It's something I've gone at with varying enthusiasm - prior to the last week or so, I hadn't read anything in there since sometime last year - but I've been trying to work it into my summer reading plans. 

Frankly, it's nice to have the variation of some books not written explicitly for young people. That said, it was something I was dreading a bit, which always seems to happen when I'm away from "the classics" for too long. It's like the opinions of the general populace get into my head and make me forget and make me all nervous that I, like, won't be able to handle reading literature anymore. 

Silly.

I've been dreading the arrival at Sister Carrie (much as I dreaded Moll Flanders and The Woman in White, and Moll was fine and The Woman in White was fantastic) and now that I'm here, it's pretty good so far! I mean, there's a kind of nasty misogyny that pops up from time to time and I'd love to see Carrie's story told by a woman, but it's not too dry and I'm not bored. So there!

(I'm going to try to at least get through all of the D last names, which means after Sister Carrie, I've only got The House of Sand and Fog and The Three Musketeers.)