Here’s a post I wrote a couple years ago<\/a> about revisiting Great Gatsby for the first time since high school and what that was like. (Elegant Variation is re-reading Gatsby <\/a>right now as well <\/a>)<\/p>\n I loved reading Yardley’s piece because of his passion, the sense that he got swept away … and also – there’s something about Yardley’s writing that makes me want to read whatever he’s reading. I think: Oh yes, THAT’S why Gatsby is so … I don’t even know what to say. Singular?<\/p>\n I’m also interested right now in the whole re-reading thing – or, more, the re-VISITING thing – because I am about 20 pages away from finishing A Tale of Two Cities<\/a> I can’t even talk about it yet. I’ll write more when I get my head together but right now – it’s just a whirl of hot emotion, and a love for Sydney Carton that just pierces my heart<\/i>. It’s killing me. The book is killing<\/i> me.<\/p>\n Unlike some other books I was forced to read in high school – and despised – (Moby Dick<\/i> – although I have now completely changed my tune on that score, but the first time around I was PISSED that I was being forced to read such a long and boring book) Tale of 2 Cities<\/i> really appealed to me in high school. It’s a page-turner, first of all. There aren’t endless chapters about whale blubber and spermaceti. Tale of 2 Cities<\/i> has a serious PLOT and each chapter moves you forward. There’s never a dull moment. So that helped. And I guess I remember from my initial reading it on a summer reading list is that there was just something about Madame Defarge that totally got under my surface<\/a>. My friend J. and I would sit around and talk about Madame Defarge, and we would kind of laugh about her, she struck us both the same way – as a delightfully evil caricature – and do our imitations of what she must look like, knitting all the time, knitting names of enemies of the State into her woolen scarves … we found her to be so funny. Also horrifying, of course … but there was something in the characterization that really pleased us. She’s so memorable. Somehow J. and I picked up on the great-ness of that character, even in the midst of high school, and HAVING to read the book. We “got it”.<\/p>\n But I’m seeing so much more right now – in the same way that when I read Gatsby as an adult, I suddenly saw the whole thing through Gatsby’s eyes – something that would have been impossible as a teenager.<\/p>\n Sydney Carton. Sydney Carton. Sharon <\/a> will know what I’m talking about<\/a>. As she so often does<\/a>.<\/p>\n His journey, and his character, did not really make an impression on me as a teenager – although that last scene blew me away, and all that. Or – he made an impression, but not like Madame Defarge did. J. and I were big diary keepers, and we would make jokes about the two of us being Madame Defarges. Like, we were always writing in our notebooks, any free moment when we were alone, out would come the diaries and we’d start scribbling away. The joke became, though, that we were evilly scribbling down the names of our enemies, keeping them in mind, scowling over at the popular table in the cafeteria, and grimly making lists. We found this very funny. But what Sydney Carton DID and who Sydney Carton IS didn’t really get in there into my consciousness at the time.<\/p>\n But now … as a grown-up … I suddenly feel like I have never loved a fictional character as much as I love Sydney Carton. It actually hurts<\/i>. There’s one scene with Mr. Lorry near the end of the book that … Bah, I have to think more on it – I just got to that scene this morning and I suddenly found myself weeping.<\/p>\n Good lord. It’s like a whole new book to me.<\/p>\n I have a lot more I want to say and I know that this is all just babbling right now … but it’s really been on my mind.<\/p>\n \n![\"\"](\"http:\/\/ir-na.amazon-adsystem.com\/e\/ir?t=thesheivari-20&l=as2&o=1&a=1503219704\")