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Sean Worsley's avatar

It is easier when you don't like yourself

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I grew up pretty much hating Dickens and his “paid-by-the-word” stories of a world I had next-to-no-interest in. I actively avoided reading his books in my high school literature courses, cribbing what I needed to know from lunchtime talks with my classmates who HAD read the books. (And I have always been a pretty voracious reader; I just HATED reading Dickens). A few years back when I looked my mortality right in the eyes, I made a decision to actually read the books I had “cheated” on, as well as books that any educated person SHOULD have read. A Tale of Two Cities was one (it wasn’t ever assigned in school; we got Great Expectations, which I still haven’t read) and was also one that my oldest daughter and bride insisted I read because it was actually good. Sigh. They were right. I was wrong. It’s a fantastic book and one that I regret not reading sooner. I’ve also begun the process of digging into Jane Austen. If only I had read Pride and Prejudice when I was younger because then I might have actually understood women…

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