A two-for-one special going on my “want to read” list from one of my all time favorite authors.
“The Plague”
and
“The Myth of Sisyphus”
by Albert Camus
When I read “The Stranger” in high school (I covered some of this in an earlier post about that particular book) I fell in love with Camus and his writing style. There’s something familiar and comforting about it. Maybe that’s weird but that’s what I love about literature, there’s something for everyone and not everyone does it the same.
I’m excited to get into these at some point but for now they collect dust and sit on my bookshelf.
He had turned back toward the window and tightened his hand over the nape of Lucienne’s neck. She said nothing. Then, without looking at him, “At least you feel friendly toward me, don’t you?” Patrice knelt beside her and gently bit her shoulder. “Friendly, yes, the way I feel friendly toward the night. You are the pleasure of my eyes, and you don’t know what a place such joy can have in my heart.”
“At that time, I often thought that if I had had to live in the trunk of a dead tree, with nothing to do but look up at the sky flowing overhead, little by little I would have gotten used to it.”
