writing as Angela Raines
So here for your 'reading' pleasure is a selection of books from the past.
Charles Dickens - "David Copperfield"
Nathanial Hawthorne - "The Scarlet Letter"
Caroline Lee Hentz - "Linda"
Susan Warner (as Susan Wetherwell) - "The Wide,Wide World"
Julia Kavanaugh - "Women in France During the Eighteenth Century"
Mary Anne Attwood - "A Suggestive Inquiry into the Hermetic Mystery"
R.M. Ballantyne - "The Dog Cursoe and his Master"
Mary Elizabeth Braddon - "Three Times Dead"
Charles Reade - "The Cloister and the Hearth"
Mary Howard Schoolcraft - "The Blacak Gauntlet: A Tale fo Plantation Life in South Carolina"
Ralph Waldo Emerson - "The Conduct of Life"
Gray's Anatomy (2nd edition)
Wilkie Collins - "Man and Wife"
Jules Verne - "Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea"
"Around the Moon"
Charlotte M. Yonge - "The Caged Lion"
Bret Harte - "The Heathen Chinee"
Henry Maudsley - "Body and Mind"
William Robinson - "The Wild Garden"
Amelia Edwards - "Lord Brackenbury"
Mark Twain - "A Tramp Abroad"
Lew Wallace - "Ben-Hur: A Tale of the Christ"
Rhoda Broughton - "Second Thoughts"
Henry Charlton Bastian - "The Brain as an Organ of the Mind"
Algernon Charles Swinburne - "A Study of Shakespeare"
Kate Chopin - "At Fault"
Molly Elliot Seawell - "Little Jarvis"
Arthur Conan Doyle - "The Firm of Griddlestone"
Mary Elizabeth Braddon - "One Life, One Love"
James McNeill Whistler - "The Gentle Art of Making Enemies"
Algred Thayer Mahan - "The Influence of Sea Power Upon History"
So there you have it, a spattering of books from the past. Of course there were many more. I've left out children and poetry books, although I admit, I enjoy reading them. I wonder if our stories and books will make list one hundred years from now? It's something to think about. I know, in my latest novel, "The Outlaw's Letter", my heroine has a passion for Homer. Below is a short excerpt.
As she stretched out on the ground, she turned, catching a glimpse of Grant's profile. If she didn't know better, she would swear he was a stone statue. With a sigh, she pulled her blanket to her shoulders and turned her gaze to the night sky. "I always loved Homer's Odyssey," Hetty said, smiling at the memory of herself sitting under the tree, living the adventure in her mind. She wondered now what people would say about her relating to the hero instead of the long-suffering wife. She looked up, hoping Grant would say something. His silence was disturbing.
"And how do you think he would be as an old man, confined by age, to living within his four walls?" Grant asked, casting his eyes toward Hetty.
"Never thought about it," Hetty responded. "I imagine he would still be a vital person. I don't think he'd even be slowed down. It wasn't his nature. What about you?"