First book blogger hop! And the first question I'm ever answering for a BBH couldn't be more suited: What is your favorite classic novel?
I mean, I mainly read classics! And because of that, I feel entitled to cheat on my first day and list two favorite classic novels instead of just one:
For a more contemporary classic, If on a winter's night a traveler, by Italo Calvino, blew my mind when I read it. The best way to describe it is as a Choose You Own Adventure for grown-ups. If that doesn't spark your interest, I don't know what will. I haven't reviewed it on this blog because I read it a while ago and this blog is fairly new, but here's my Goodreads review.
My other choice is a little bit more classic: Jane Eyre, by Charlotte Brontë. When I started reading classics by choice and not because they were assigned at school, I only found stories happening to dudes. The ladies were there just to faint and be a love interest. Basically, I mean this:
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“Jane, be still; don't struggle so like a wild, frantic bird, that is rending its own plumage in its desperation."
"I am no bird; and no net ensnares me; I am a free human being, with an independent will; which I now exert to leave you.”
“I would always rather be happy than dignified.”
“Do you think I am an automaton? — a machine without feelings? and can bear to have my morsel of bread snatched from my lips, and my drop of living water dashed from my cup? Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong! — I have as much soul as you — and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you. I am not talking to you now through the medium of custom, conventionalities, nor even of mortal flesh: it is my spirit that addresses your spirit; just as if both had passed through the grave, and we stood at God's feet, equal — as we are!”
Okay, I'm leaving it at that. I don't think you'd like to read a dozen of quotes. In case you feel so inclined, go here. Refreshing, specially for a 19th century novel.