The Classic. There’s just something about it, isn’t there?

When it comes to these books, an e-book just doesn’t cut it. I need to feel the weight, smell the pages, enjoy the book itself. And with a classic, the older the better.

Now that my mom and her siblings are going through my grandmother’s things, the next generation (aka, her grandkids) were able to have a browse through her stuff to see if there was anything that we wanted to remember her by. My brother and I dove on the books like kids on cake.

Growing up, these were always things to be admired but never touched. A few of them (once I was older) I got to read but for the most part they were always the untouchables. So, to be able to touch them now, and add them to our collections as a remembrance to all the times spent at her house on the weekends, is such a lovely thing.

My brother took more just for how they looked than actual readability (a lot of them were in Dutch, and a lot were scientific from her nursing days). But I got a few, and I’m so pleased with the ones I grabbed!

Anna Karenina, by Leo Tolstoy (in Dutch), To Kill A Mockingbird, by Harper Lee, Anne Frank diary (in Dutch), Anne Boleyn by Anthony Crowell, Gone With The Wind by Margaret Mitchell, The Thorn Birds by Colleen McCullough, an old, falling apart Dutch-English dictionary! It’s not really a classic, but I liked the look of the hardcover – The Weekend Man, by Richard B. Wright.

Most of these I’ve actually never read yet (other than Mockingbird and the Anne Frank Diary), so these are being added to my To Be Read list as well!