I'm glad I was able to connect with a former school mate who wanted to unburden herself of classic books. After a few emails, we've agreed to meet sometime in the next two weeks so I could get some of her titles by Hemingway, Kipling, and Faulkner. I've been envious of fellow commuters who've been reading on the train and I miss having the opportunity to actually read something that's not related to grad school or work. I considered borrowing titles from libraries, but I end up borrowing books that I
need...as in course-related. Although I may come off as some uptight connoisseur of fine literature--I'm not. I've read contemporary fiction from James Rollins to the guilty pleasure-motivated romance novels. If given the time and resources, I'd look for a copy of Kierkegaard's Works of Love just to feed my inner life.
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