Personally, I rarely open blogs unless I really need to. Or want to for that matter. However, my love for Literature put me at a literary impasse. Would I willingly spend time every week (or gasp, almost every day) to blog about the books that I will be reading in the upcoming semester?

I have never attempted to ’swallow’-read so many “literary” novels in 3 months. And thus, one can imagine that I am absolutely terrified (and thrilled) at the thought of doing so. As much as all us literary nerds would enjoy the languor of time to read every book. The realities of school very often interrupts that, and thus one may never truly appreciate the novelty of a novel.

Through this blog, I would like to enhance my reading experience by writing on it through a social medium that people will reply to. I look forward to hear from what people have to say about the books that I will read. Another reason why thou is attempting this feat is because classic literature is often pushed to the backshelf and rarely appreciated for its true value. Popular fiction sometimes stay fads, but literature is forever.

Maybe. Just maybe I can discover something new in these covers.

In the upcoming semester (2011, Semester 2), I will be doing 18th Century and 20th Century Literature modules. The books are as follows:

Robinson Crusoe by Daniel Defoe

The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy by Laurence Sterne

Evelina by Frances Burney

Pamela by Samuel Richardson

Joseph Andrews by Samuel Fielding

Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen (Oh Joy!)

Oranges Are Not The Only Fruit by Jeanette Winterson

The Birthday Party by Harold Pinter

W B Yeats’ Selected Poems

A Portrait of an Artist as a Young Man by James Joyce

To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf

The Wasteland by T S Eliot

To the untrained Lit student (like me), one can get easily daunted by  just looking at these books. Or if one is allergic to books, then go to a deadly anaphylatic attack. However, I would like to take up this opportunity to talk and think about these texts.

Along the way, I may discover Prospero’s book of wisdom and magic that was tossed into the ocean. Of course, I may also be typing into nothingness here.