It completely alters the way you view the books out there, and what was once acceptable literature suddenly becomes rubbish. At one point in my life, I could go into any book store, and if I didn't curb myself, could end up with stacks of books. Recently, however, I walked into a local Barnes and Noble, stayed for a couple of hours, and finally found one novel and one book by Pope Benedict XVI that met my....um, for lack of a better word...standards.
Quite frankly, the very idea that I might have standards is worrisome to me. I'm a mountain woman, after all. Am I supposed to have intellectual standards?
Yikes. Somebody slap me.
The fact remains that, after spending so much time reading, re-reading, analysing, writing essay after essay, and discussing poetry, classic novels, plays, etc., I can no longer pick up the latest trendy novel and actually take it seriously.
Yep, there was only one William Shakespeare, one Lord Byron, one Geoffrey Chaucer, etc....and, alas, they are not among us in 21st century America!
The Literary Hillbilly: How One Mountain Woman Interprets the Classics
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