Classics Considered

How could reading morph from something intrinsically habitual to – a tedious chore?

While I stew on that sad thought, I will just mention these books (they come in threes) that arrived this week, and which I am, in a wistful way, excited to read.

A long time ago, I was on a magnificent Jules Verne streak, and one of the best stories was The Lighthouse at the End of the World.  I’ve been longing to get back into Verne, re-read my favorites and explore the umpteen other books he wrote…this one is a good place to start.

Kierkegaard’s discourse on the “modern” world comes highly rated.  From even the little I’ve read of and about him, I sense I’ll relate strongly to some of his ideas and disagree strongly with others.  A short book is a small commitment (!) and hopefully a tidy introduction.

Finally, somehow I wandered across a memoir by Jacques Cousteau, whose underwater films were a vague but memorable part of my childhood.  I had no idea this existed; I’m big on nautical literature, exploration, and primary sources, so The Silent World looks really great.

(And to answer my question – this is just a phase.)