revitalizing romance reads
When people ask me what my favorite book of all time is, my go-to answer is Oscar Wilde’s The Picture of Dorian Gray . Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely adore that book — I have nine different editions of it sitting on my bookshelf to prove it. However, a small part of me loves to share this title with others to fulfill my elitist tendencies when it comes to reading. Something in me feels satisfied when the person I am talking to seems to register that I read classics . I’m one of those people who love Charles Dickens and avidly pore over behemoth Russian novels. And yes, I do love a good classic. I’ve read every single Jane Austen novel there is (for fun). I love the Brontës and I own all of Leo Tolstoy’s books. However, this more pretentious side of me is just one half of my reading persona, the Dr. Jekyll of my bibliophile personality. But, just like in Robert Louis Stevenson’s 1886 novel (one that I have incidentally read), there is a Mr. Hyde hidden in the shadows, obfuscating