As I was reading through another classic book last night, I found myself pondering on something I have realized lately. Modern writers have lost the eloquence and depth of writing that authors of the past held. When I read old novels I learn new words, my vocabulary is enlarged, my horizons are expanded. Today, I rarely learn anything from the new popular authors who submerge their books in sex and curse words to draw in their audience and get ratings. It seems today that authors are more concerned with how controversial they can make their book than they are about writing something worth reading. We have lost that eloquence and intelligence that the classics contain. So…I think I will just stick with old books by Fitzgerald, Bronte and Collins instead of what we have today.