A Literature Nut
I recently came across this Cincinnati Library link that listed numerous books and novels generally referred to as The Classics, and I was pleased to see Mark Twain at the top of the page.
The book list really jogged my memory banks, and I actually mentally re-lived portions of my childhood through the recollections of those famous works of literature. I have read them all, some numerous times. I do recognize that reading is not everyone’s thing, but I could not imagine my life without having experienced the knowledge contained therein.
I used to tell my college students they should not consider themselves as graduates unless they have read The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. They carried the novel down the aisle at graduation to prove their knowledge base to me.
I realize humanity has traveled a long way between Beowulf and For Whom the Bell Tolls, but I wonder if modern vampire books are literature at all.
Literature contains the sum total of human knowledge compiled over several millennia. We greatly enhance our existences when we read. Why are our children more hell-bent on biting their friends on the necks?