Reflecting on my days as a wayward youth, what left a lasting impression was Mika Waltari's historical novels. Some of them were only translated to Czech when I was maybe 30, but I still enjoyed them immensely. I even flirted with applying to Finnish studies and interpretation, so that I could translate the then-untranslated ones.
I also loved Sophie's World by Jostein Gaarder. To quote wiki "It follows Sophie Amundsen, a Norwegian teenager who is introduced to the history of philosophy by Alberto Knox, a middle-aged philosopher." There's nothing disgusting, it's not some Lolita or Henry Miller, it really is just a novel about a teenage girl learning some (history of) philosophy.
I also liked randomly browsing through the many volumes of Livy's Ab Urbe Condicta and Hesiod's Theogony and Works and Days.
Also Burda Style
Good times.
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Later on, when everybody was reading Dostoevsky (ok, I suppose), Nietzsche (means well, but tried a little too hard) or Camus (meh) or Sartre (**** off), I was an intense Kazantzakis fan-girl.
I also loved Sophie's World by Jostein Gaarder. To quote wiki "It follows Sophie Amundsen, a Norwegian teenager who is introduced to the history of philosophy by Alberto Knox, a middle-aged philosopher." There's nothing disgusting, it's not some Lolita or Henry Miller, it really is just a novel about a teenage girl learning some (history of) philosophy.
I also liked randomly browsing through the many volumes of Livy's Ab Urbe Condicta and Hesiod's Theogony and Works and Days.
Also Burda Style
Good times._________________
Later on, when everybody was reading Dostoevsky (ok, I suppose), Nietzsche (means well, but tried a little too hard) or Camus (meh) or Sartre (**** off), I was an intense Kazantzakis fan-girl.
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