Classics

Irving’s books made me laugh, cry, and scratch my head. His characters are weird but real, and the settings feel alive. Not every chapter flies, but every story sticks with you—like gum on your shoe, in a good way.

Let me tell you, Gatsby throws parties bigger than my Uncle Larry’s holiday barbecues—and with less potato salad. But among all the glitter, there’s a sadness that even champagne can’t hide. Fitzgerald knew how to pack a punch.

Reading American Pastoral felt like watching a perfect cake collapse in slow motion. The story is rich and full of flavor, but sometimes it stuck to my teeth. Still, I couldn't put it down. Swede’s troubles had me hooked!

Reading Alice Munro is like eavesdropping on your neighbor's best gossip. The stories are sharp, sneaky, and hit you with feelings when you least expect it. Just don’t expect car chases—or to put it down easy.

Morrison's writing hits like a piano dropped from a window—beautiful, heavy, and sometimes leaves you stunned. Her stories about mothers, ghosts, and memory still buzz in my brain days after reading.

Cormac McCarthy's 'Blood Meridian' takes readers on a wild ride. Atmospheric and intense, it pulls you into a gritty, unforgiving world. Characters stand out, yet the graphic violence demands strong nerves. Not for the faint-hearted!