The Classics.

A couple weeks ago, my sisters and I got together for Sister Night.  Elise, the youngest, headed back to college the following day and we won’t all be together again until probably Thanksgiving. 

I have no idea how the conversation started, but we were talking about classic books that we’ve read.  Between high school and college, we all were at different schools spanning the last twenty years, so we had all read different things.  Most of that discussion involved exclamations of, “I can’t believe you’ve never read…” and not remembering titles of books.  We talked about how they were changing Huckleberry Finn.  We talked about the English boys on the island and Holden Caulfield.  {For those of you playing along, The Lord of the Flies and The Catcher in the Rye.} 

Did you know they were making The Yellow Wallpaper into a movie?  Because I did not.  That is going to be one whacked out movie, peeps. 

And before you think we only sit around discussing classic literature and other hoity toity subjects, please know that that conversation was proceeded by our chastising Dave for bringing back Drumsticks sans filling from the store. 

WHO wants to eat a Drumstick without any caramel or chocolate in the middle?!?  Who, I ask?

Oh, and thank you Honey for going to the store and bringing back 6 Twix bars along with the filling-less Drumsticks so that my sisters and I could sit around discussing “tampons and other lady bits” while filled with chocolate. 

Chocolate is clearly a big requirement of Sister Night.

By the way stupid DAVE, when you say that you bought a dozen Twix bars you raise our hopes until you try to pass off that you actually bought six.

Ugh.  NO, you don’t count double because there are two in a package.  A Twix bar by it’s very definition is clearly two.  Do I really need to explain these things?

Dave doesn’t enjoy Sister Night.  He likes to go to the bar with his buddy and hang out till they’re all gone. 

So, back to the Classics.  My absolute favorites are Bronte’s Wuthering Heights, Hawthorne’s The Scarlet Letter, and third place is a tie between Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby and Dickens’ A Tale of Two Cities. 

But it feels like there are a million I haven’t read.

For every Crucible or Metamorphosis that I struggled my way through there is a Jane Eyre or a Diary of Anne Frank just waiting in the wings. 

Yes it’s true, I’ve never read Anne Frank! 

So tell me, what are your classic literature MUST reads?  Your favorites from grade school, high school, and college?   And more importantly yet, do you like to eat Drumsticks without any extra filling in the middle??  Because if so, we can not be friends.