At the end/beginning of each year I read one BIG classic novel that I’ve been meaning to get to. The idea is to slow down amid the ruckus of the holiday season and take the time to immerse myself in something long and time-honored. And, of course, to fill some of those yawning gaps in my reading.
This year’s 5 finalists are Don Quixote, Bleak House, The Three Musketeers, Cousin Bette, The Wings of the Dove. Any thoughts?