kate-chopin

The vulgarity of Bukowski, the darkness of Dickinson, the tenacity of the Brontë sisters, the wit of Fitzgerald, the truthfulness of Hemingway, the confusion of Plath, the elegance of Chopin, the relatable tone of Camus, and the hopefulness of Hugo. I carry their art and their sweat with me everywhere. I wish to shed their excellence with each step I take so that they may live on to inspire others.
—  Inspirations, Uncredited Author
There were days when she was unhappy, she did not know why,–when it did not seem worthwhile to be glad or sorry, to be alive or dead; when life appeared to her like a grotesque pandemonium and humanity like worms struggling blindly toward inevitable annihilation.
—  Kate Chopin, The Awakening
The voice of the sea is seductive; never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander for a spell in abysses of solitude; to lose itself in mazes of inward contemplation.
—  Kate Chopin, The Awakening 
Perhaps it is better to wake up after all, even to suffer, rather than to remain a dupe to illusions all one’s life.
—  Kate Chopin, The Awakening, and Selected Stories
There were days when she was unhappy, she did not know why,—when it did not seem worth while to be glad or sorry, to be alive or dead; when life appeared to her like a grotesque pandemonium and humanity like worms struggling blindly toward inevitable annihilation.
—  Kate Chopin, The Awakening

As Books Editors, we set aside more designated reading time than most people do. Still, even we are daunted by copies of The Goldfinch looming on our desks.

Incidentally, some of my favorite books of all time are on this list–Chopin’s The Awakening, James’ Turn of the Screw, Wharton’s Ethan Frome. It’s probably because when books are shorter like this, they read more like short stories, and that appeals to me? I dunno, but check it out!