Reading classics is like falling in love.
The first couple of chapters are strange and hard to follow.
After you get a hang of the writing style, you inch towards understanding the
literature better. When you are not reading the book, you recollect some of the
words, and are amazed at how well they were written. It is hard to say when
exactly you have begun liking the book, and what exactly you like about the
book.
By the time you finish the book, you are left with a peaceful
and pleasant feeling. The characters in the book leave a mark in you – most of
them are strong and influential.
Blessed are the souls who read classics. I wish I could meet
the people behind these books.
P.S: I am currently reading Anna Karenina, written by Leo
Tolstoy. It’s an 800-page book, and I am still in page 70. And, I am wondering
when exactly I have fallen in love with the book. Now, I can’t think of anything other
than the book.
