(Shhh! nevermind my ramblings onses!)
I find Victorian literature drags on for two chapters and truly begins on the third
Books written for children in those days seem rather heavy indeed, compared to more contemporary fiction, but I find the content most suitable for my endlessly gyrating mind.
Peter Pan by J. M. Barrie (a very funny book!)
*Anne of Green Gables by Lucy Maud Montgomery (should have been shorter but positively heart-warming!)
Pollyanna by Eleanor H. Porter (if this book were a cake it would be a red velvet cake comfortably tucked in a toffee boat drifting on a sea of honey.)
The victorian voice of that era grabs my attention like no other time (present included)
Other than Dracula, The Time Machine, The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde, and Carmilla I find the rest of the “grown up” literature of those days incredibly cumbersome.
I skipped several chapters of ‘The Picture of Dorian Grey’
The first chapter of Octave Mirbeau’s Calvary was the most engrossingly psychedelic read and then, quite tragically, the book falls apart beyond that
Émile Zola’s two short stories Captain Burle and The Death of Olivier Becaille will forever warm my heart, concise tales and if only most stories could pack such vivacity in a few pages how much richer the literary canons would be.
As far as repeatability is concerned; Alice in Wonderland is never beyond my reach. Laughter is an invaluable quality in a book. And nothing tickles my ribs like a good load of nonsense!
I ought to finish some of the classics I have mentioned (and there are more uncompleted books I have not mentioned) but it’s terribly difficult to read when a wave of lethargy threatens to drown you in a pool of boredom as the narrator describes quite superflously every particle in a setting!
Perhaps some day, should still be alive, science would have created an APP which allows one to maintain their concentration for long periods of time.
That would truly be living!
Asperganoid 