Earlier this year I read another book by Stella Gibbons called Nightingale Woods. I didn't know until I was already reading it that it was sister book to a classic. Frankly I thought it was kind of stupid. Not terrible or anything but I don't intend to read it again.
I went to the library a couple weeks ago with a list of 25 or 30 books and could only find 2 both on my self improvement list and this was one of them. So I read it. I'm not really sure why it's considered a classic. I don't think it was very educational or that the writing was all that impressive but I did like it. Though (here's something I rarely say) if you're interested I'd say see if you can find a good movie version. It's just a silly little slightly romantic story not a great piece of literature.
Next I'm going to tackle The Lord of the Flies (the other book I could find at the library). I'm not very excited despite the fact that I've wanted to read it for years. It just feels like homework and I really hated homework. Then I'll feel I've done my literary penance for 2011 and can return to my regularly scheduled smutty romances and gory horror with the occasional mystery or fantasy thrown in.