How Daisy Jones & The Six got me out of a reading slump
I've been in a bit of a reading slump recently: having tried to delve into the world of classics in the past few months, I found myself finding reading as a chore rather than being the intoxicating form of escapism I know it to be. Now, don't get me wrong- classics, such as A Moveable Feast by Hemmingway and J.D Salinger's A Catcher in the Rye are brilliantly enriching and thought-provoking, forcing you into being more contemplative than you may have been in most other aspects of your life. Classics have a way of poking into your pensive mind in a way that is incredibly unique compared to other genres- mainly because of the fact they have been written in a time that we can only step into when flipping through the soft pages of these compelling novels, having to really try and imagine the thoughts and methods behind the beautiful plots and scenes the authors had painted out for us, as we can't ask them in real life. The only thing about classics is that, for a usually non-classic reader like myself, they can be quite difficult to grasp. At the end of these past couple of months, I became a Pride and Prejudice hoe, and gained a headache whilst trying to read A Tale of Two Cities.
