I'm trying to work my way through Main Street by Sinclair Lewis. My friend LS2 and I are a book club of two, and it was my turn to pick a book from the 1001 Books list for us to read. I thought this one would be easier to read than our last few picks, but I'm still trying to adjust to Lewis' writing style. The book isn't exactly difficult to read, but the writing of the 1920s is quite different than what is found in a modern chick lit novel. It requires more concentration than my last book, The Yada Yada Prayer Group.
Whoever had this copy of Main Street before me made plenty of notes in the margins. I would surmise that the note-maker was a student who checked the book out in the past twenty years because all the notes are definitions of words that I don't see a lot these days, like "stolid" and "propinquity". It made me think of an essay in the book Ex Libris: Confessions of a Common Reader where the author talks about words that have gone out of fashion to the extent that modern readers don't know their definitions. It also reminds me of the reason I chose a book from the early 20th century. I enjoy all kinds of words, but most especially words and phrases that you don't hear every day.