The year is rapidly running down and soon I will have over 350 reading suggestions that make me panic. Time is running out. Sitting here in my office I scan the double files of books on my built-in bookshelves and realize that I will never read them all. Time is running out. If I stop and think about it, I’m torn between reading as many of the classical novels as I can fit in or concentrating on the more entertaining books that would probably be more fun to read.
So which would you opt for, Henry James or Mickey Spillane, the Venerable Bede or Agatha Christie? Do novels that are older than you, telling stories about a world longago keep you young, relatively, or are new books with modern problems and hip language force you to keep up with a younger group of readers and the topics that are of current interest?