High School Books I’d Like To Revisit

Oh you'll love Animal Farm with an adult brain! It's such a great parallel to what was going on in the political world at the time.

And I think you'll also enjoy A Separate Peace. Lovely book.

I can't think of any I read in high school that I would like to revisit. I just finished my M.A. in literature so I think I'm good for now… I think I'll take up reading Cosmo for a bit.

Oh, duh. Didn't read the comments first. Oops.

I can only imagine how significantly your experience in Germany was coloured
by those books. I managed not to get through The Grapes of Wrath the couple
of times I tried, either, which is surprising, and I'm sure I'd love it now.
I'm putting it on my list. East of Eden, though, is one of my favourite
books.

I read some Chekhov in university, and I'd like to revisit him; I even still
have a book of short stories. My prof at the time was a Freudian fiddler
with a wandering eye, and those were the most salient aspects of the class
for me (also the part about how I said, “*This* is literary interpretation?
Time for a new major”).

The book I know I need to revisit is Beloved by Toni Morrison. I continue to be amazed that someone had sixteen-year-olds read that book and expected them to understand it in any capacity. And there's a part of me that thinks that finally reading Cry, the Beloved Country and Love in the Time of Cholera should be done, but then the rest of me starts thinking about when I get the final books to the Y: The Last Man series. Plus, Gabriel Garcia Marquez and I only get along in short stories for some reason.

And The Great Gatsby. I know I should re-read that one, except I hated it with such an intensity that I'm afraid to even touch the book. And because I interview kids for my alma mater, I always encounter The Great Gatsby as a favorite of theirs and I always struggle to hold my tongue. And this isn't like the Catcher in the Rye dislike, because I knew I was missing something there; this is all a matter of just not liking or caring for a single character, which is my one prerequisite for a book. If there isn't one thing redeeming to the story, my brain shuts down.

The book I know I need to revisit is Beloved by Toni Morrison. I continue to be amazed that someone had sixteen-year-olds read that book and expected them to understand it in any capacity. And there's a part of me that thinks that finally reading Cry, the Beloved Country and Love in the Time of Cholera should be done, but then the rest of me starts thinking about when I get the final books to the Y: The Last Man series. Plus, Gabriel Garcia Marquez and I only get along in short stories for some reason.

And The Great Gatsby. I know I should re-read that one, except I hated it with such an intensity that I'm afraid to even touch the book. And because I interview kids for my alma mater, I always encounter The Great Gatsby as a favorite of theirs and I always struggle to hold my tongue. And this isn't like the Catcher in the Rye dislike, because I knew I was missing something there; this is all a matter of just not liking or caring for a single character, which is my one prerequisite for a book. If there isn't one thing redeeming to the story, my brain shuts down.

The book I know I need to revisit is Beloved by Toni Morrison. I continue to be amazed that someone had sixteen-year-olds read that book and expected them to understand it in any capacity. And there's a part of me that thinks that finally reading Cry, the Beloved Country and Love in the Time of Cholera should be done, but then the rest of me starts thinking about when I get the final books to the Y: The Last Man series. Plus, Gabriel Garcia Marquez and I only get along in short stories for some reason.

And The Great Gatsby. I know I should re-read that one, except I hated it with such an intensity that I'm afraid to even touch the book. And because I interview kids for my alma mater, I always encounter The Great Gatsby as a favorite of theirs and I always struggle to hold my tongue. And this isn't like the Catcher in the Rye dislike, because I knew I was missing something there; this is all a matter of just not liking or caring for a single character, which is my one prerequisite for a book. If there isn't one thing redeeming to the story, my brain shuts down.