These past couple of weeks regarding British Lit have been very productive for me. It's always been a goal of mine to be a regular reader. I bought all sorts of books I wanted to read, but during the school year it usually occurs to me that if I'm going to read, I'd better read out of my textbooks first. By the time I can read for pleasure, I'm drained. The monotony of textbooks makes me sick of reading, and I flop in front of the TV. So I was excited about taking a literature class, since several of my favorite books that I HAVE somehow managed to read were written by British authors - David Copperfield, Tess of the D'Urbervilles, Pride and Prejudice, and multiple writings by C.S. Lewis.

I have read more in the last two or three weeks than I think I ever have, and I've actually been enjoying (most) of the selections. (It was really a chore to make it through "The Mariner.") Most have that characteristic descriptive, lyrical tone I love so much about British literature. Honest, open, vulnerable, and beautiful.