7 pages?!

I've decided to take the M.A exam this May rather than November because, frankly, I'm ready to end this chapter of my life. There's just one, tiny problem... I printed out the M.A reading list, and it is seven pages long. That's right! Seven! 7! Siete! Sieben!

Ok, bring on the Faulkner. Hello, Hawthorne. Good morning, Dryden. I still hate you, Faerie Queene.