Review: Every time I pick up a classic I am feeling insecure. Not because of how amazing and worthy it may be, or because I feel like my life will change or something, but because I rarely fall in love with classics as other people claim to do. Indeed for a book to become a classic it must have touched on a major subject, has an outstanding writing style or idea but rarely those things ring the bells of heaven in all of us.
When I started Their Eyes Were Watching God, and after reading the short summary, I did my best to keep an open mind and enjoy the story. What made it more difficult than usual was the fact that I know little of American history and I had a horrible time understanding the dialogue due to the stylistic approach Zora Neale Hurston had taken.