So the year marches on. At a pace. And I’m already late. Allie over at A Literary Odyssey is hosting an event this month, and while having had every intention of supporting it since it was announced back in January, I haven’t yet started. So today is the day. Better late than never.
A Modern March is encouraging us to read modern classics. Very late 19th
century / mid-20th century writers. All month. So I’m combining my Classics Club challenge
with this one. The more the merrier.
I’m starting with Mrs Dalloway. Struggled with my last Virginia Woolf
effort. But that was a while back. And my last reading experience – Dickens –
has me hoping for continued better times.
If I do get through VW, I’m thinking of following up with Kafka’s The
Trial. And Joyce’s A Portrait of the
Artist as a Young Man. Although maybe I’m
being a tad ambitious? Calm down, calm
So I’m off to get started.
Hate being late. Oh dear! Oh dear!
I shall be too late…