/lit/ - Literature

Any books that'll make me sob uncontrollably /lit/?

What book has made you go "I had no idea you could write like this!"?

>AP Lit, it's the poetry section of the class and we're all going to the front of the class, reading a poem and then analyzing it's structure and meaning.
>I go up there, do my part, and feel like I do very well on the analysis portion. I don't stutter or say like or um or anything because I practiced the night before.
>Everyone claps, my teacher (crazy cat lady, now dead unfortunately) says "oooh anon, you sound like a teacher up there!"

>>11948004
same, you can be my fren

>>11821783
There's so much thematically throughout the novel. Each section is chalk full of stuff on its own, each lends information to other sections (from a completely different perspective), motifs remain throughout almost the entire novel (Caddy). I just really can't think of any other book quite as packed with ideas and themes and all that, save for religious texts. On top of that, there's really almost no interpretation of the novel I've ever read that can cover the entire work except on the most basic level (ie what literally happens).

It's the type of book in which you WILL discover new things and perspectives and ideas each time you read it. People could spend years studying it and come up with completely separate interpretations from others who do the same. It's profundity is pretty much limitless.

There is intertextuality in the sense that some characters are also in Faulkner's other works (almost all of them are in one work or another). In Absalom, Absalom!, for example, Quentin, his roommate, and his father all narrate some chapters.

Its beauty makes me cry sometimes

>>11799881
>quick little merry cracks

>she's back
lets get her to read Totalitarianism in a Tundra before we creep her out back into obscurity

>>11759811
One muffin, lazily cross-hatched with chocolate as if it were lazy shading in an unimportant part of an unimportant doodle, stood on this white plate, complete with chocolate chips. It stood tall above a muffin nearly identical except it lay directly about it in two halves that exposed the gooey cherry center on either, as if it had been cleanly cleaved in twain from the top by the victorious and triumphant survivor.

>The shadow lies upon his tomb
>In Moria, in Khazad-dûm.
>But still the sunken stars appear
>In dark and windless Mirrormere;
>There lies his crown in water deep,
>Till Durin wakes again from sleep...
Damn, Tolkien had soul.