Literary Confession time! What is your little secret about reading?

I want to hear a confession from all of you!

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What is my literary confession?

I don’t really care for classics.

They tend to bore me.

I mean, I respect all of them and love the authors because, well, they’re authors.

But I mean DICKENS. ‘Nuff said.

I want to clarify, so I’m not suspiciously found in a ditch tomorrow, I can still ENJOY classics. I just tend not to. I liked Jane Eyre. I can like others, I just haven’t found any.

Classics just evoke that natural “blow a raspberry” response in me.

“I stood still, vision blurring, and in that moment, I heard my heart break. It was a small, clean sound, like the snapping of a flower’s stem.”

-Diana Gabaldon 

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“We have no right to ask when a sorrow comes, ‘Why did this happen to me?’ unless we ask the same question for every joy that comes our way.”

“Through humor, you can soften some of the worst blows that life delivers. And once you find laughter, no matter how painful your situation might be, you can survive it.”

-Bill Cosby 

“The love that lasts the longest is the love that is never returned.”

-William Somerset Maugham 

“For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.”

-Judy Garland

“Speaking personally, you can have my gun, but you’ll take my book when you pry my cold, dead fingers off of the binding.”

-Stephen king

“Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark in the hopeless swaps of the not-quite, the not-yet, and the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish in lonely frustration for the life you deserved and have never been able to reach. The world you desire can be won. It exists.. it is real.. it is possible.. it’s yours.”

-Ayn Rand

“Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.”

-Plato

“Everyone, at some point in their lives, wakes up in the middle of the night with the feeling that they are all alone in the world, and that nobody loves them now and that nobody will ever love them, and that they will never have a decent night’s sleep again and will spend their lives wandering blearily around a loveless landscape, hoping desperately that their circumstances will improve, but suspecting, in their heart of hearts, that they will remain unloved forever. The best thing to do in these circumstances is to wake somebody else up, so that they can feel this way, too.”

-Lemony Snicket