Somewhere in the back of my head I always have the wish to read more of the classics. But I rarely get around to doing it, with all the contemporary books waiting on my to-read list. But in April I finally took on the nearly 800-page challenge of Middlemarch.
Tropic of Cancer by Henry Miller
I must say I do enjoy books by/about creepy old men being, well, creepy and depressing or weird or drunk or fantasizing about too young girls… or all […]