The Joy of Dusty Books: Why Reading Classic Literature is the Ultimate Mind-Body Workout

Apparently, I’m boring. Old-fashioned. Out of touch with the times - all because I choose to read classic literature. Imagine that! How terribly narrow-minded, how deliciously myopic, to dismiss an entire world of profound thought, timeless insight, and exquisite artistry simply because it doesn’t come with a glossy cover and a trending hashtag. It’s an … Continue reading The Joy of Dusty Books: Why Reading Classic Literature is the Ultimate Mind-Body Workout

Elizabeth Gaskell’s Ruth: A Perilous Slog Through Moral Terrain

Drop, drop, slow tears!And bathe those beauteous feet,Which brought from heavenThe news and Prince of peace.Cease not, wet eyes,For mercy to entreat:To cry for vengeanceSin doth never cease.In your deep floodsDrown all my faults and fears;Nor let His eyeSee sin, but through my tears. Phineas Fletcher At the heart of Ruth, published in 1853, is the tale … Continue reading Elizabeth Gaskell’s Ruth: A Perilous Slog Through Moral Terrain

Wuthering Heights: where love means never having to say you’re sane.

It feels like an eternity since I last delved into the pages of this captivating novel - perhaps around four months ago, though time seems to dance with memory. Yet, as the seasons turn, it beckons me once more, whispering secrets and stories I've missed. And so, with eager anticipation, I immerse myself anew in … Continue reading Wuthering Heights: where love means never having to say you’re sane.