At school, I frequently find myself in the position of recommending books that somehow never made it onto my own reading list. The student is fingering a copy of The Outsiders. "I have to read this for English. Is it good?" "Oh yes, it's great! It's about gangs. You'll love it." Sometimes I fool myself: I can tell you so much about A Clockwork Orange that I've caught myself thinking I've actually read it (I haven't even seen the movie).
Of course, a librarian has to do a certain amount of this. It's a part of the job. I give book talks about all the new YA titles, but I can't possibly read them that fast. And there are some I don't care to read at all. I recommend Nicholas Sparks all the time to starry-eyed 17 year old romantics. Will I ever read one of his books? Sorry, life is too short. Ditto Darren Shan.
But I do feel a certain measure of guilt when it comes to the classics. I see this challenge as an opportunity to rectify some of the grossest examples of negligence in my literary education. Here's my list of 12 books I should have read, to be read in 2011:
Wuthering Heights
The Red Badge of Courage
Cry, the Beloved Country
The Color Purple
The Crucible
Heart of Darkness
Middlemarch
The Invisible Man
Slaughterhouse-Five
To Kill a Mockingbird
Catch-22
O Pioneers!
First up: Wuthering Heights.
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