FAIL.

I was thinking today (big shock) and I realized something really upsetting.  I have read so few books in my lifetime.  Granted, I’m only seventeen but still.  It’s pitiful.  I mean, I claim that I want to be a book editor because I love to read so much, which I do, but I’ve read such a small portion of the classics.  I’ve decided to make a list of the classics I’ve read, and the classics I have not read.  Alright—ones that I have read:  Romeo and Juliet, To Kill a Mockingbird, Of Mice and Men, The Great Gatsby, The Scarlet Letter, The Crucible, Huckleberry Finn, The Stranger, The Secret Life of Bees, From Sleep Unbound, Wuthering Heights, Jane Eyre, Pride and Prejudice, Beowulf, Tess of the d’Urbervilles, The Catcher in the Rye.  Classics I have not read:  Tom Sawyer (although after Huck Finn, I don’t know if it could stomach it), Farenheight 451, Robinson Crusoe, Raisin in the Sun, All Quiet on the Western Front,  The Importance of Being Earnest, A Tale of Two Cities, Anna Kareina, A Farewell to Arms, Uncle Tom’s Cabin, Great Expectations, Animal Farm, Oliver Twist, The Iliad, Molby Dick, The Odyssey, Moll Flanders, Out of Africa,  The Picture of Dorian Gray (tried and failed), A Streetcar Named Desire.  This is so pathetic.  And I call myself an IB Student.