When one loves to read, really loves the experience of sitting down and drinking in another world or another mind, one face a deep issue. Namely the vast well that is literature in it's current forms. Not only do we have access to the entire breadth and width of the current English (or whatever ones native language is) there is the depth of the entirety of English history. It is not hyperbole to say that soon every word ever written could soon be available online. Added to that is the ever increasing downpour of new books that rain down at a rate of well over a million a year.
How does one choose? Which books are worthy of spending time with? Of course there are always the classics: Tolkien, Lee, Woolf. They sit in high places on my list but one cannot just ignore the deluge of new in favor of the know old.
It is a good problem to have I suppose.
How does one choose? Which books are worthy of spending time with? Of course there are always the classics: Tolkien, Lee, Woolf. They sit in high places on my list but one cannot just ignore the deluge of new in favor of the know old.
It is a good problem to have I suppose.
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