I must thank two people for this little gem of a meme: Bookworm Chronicles and Savidge Reads. I won’t tag anyone to do this but will instead ask that you, dear bloggers, post it at will if it strikes you as fun. The other people who have posted their lists took lovely pictures of their ten books and instead I was going to share with you a picture of my bookcases, just so you have an idea as to what I was up against however- we’ve had massive computer issues so photos of the hellatious mess that is my books did not make it onto this computer in time for posting.
Now, here’s the list!
This came from a section of my book case that is alphabetized by author and, strange though it may be, I would have preferred to have grasped Jane Eyre– alas, I got this gothic love story. As a long time romance reader one would think I should have loved it but, I didn’t. It isn’t even personally applicable unless you want to talk about the obsessive tendencies I had in previous relationships but never in such a state so as to fool someone to marry me just so I can make my love jealous. I’m not daft or insane thank you very much.
I’m a history buff. Yes indeedly do. I’m particularly interested in Russian history ever since reading Rand’s We the Living. Unable to find in depth information on the rise of the Bolsheviks, Lenin’s reign as well as some about Stalin on the internet I decided to add a couple tomes to my own collection for easy access. Admittedly I wouldn’t have set out to purchase books such as these if it weren’t for my serious interest in writing a fictional work set during these time periods.
As I said above- I have been reading romance novels a long time but this novel was the first one I had ever read by Linda Howard. I found it to be a wonderful novel about the myths of the Templar Knights as well as including copious amounts of adventure our dear heroine serendipitously falls into. This was a wonderfully fun read in which Howard did an exemplary job blending myth and history while having an engaging plot.
Ah, flavors from the last literature class I took. I only read sections of this at the time and, honestly, next to the Iliad (which I read in the same class) it didn’t really capture my attention. I am, once again, all about history and cultures and so reading a book originally written in Gaelic (I have a translated copy) was intriguing to me. Besides- who can really resist learning more about the land that brought us myths like Leprechauns and beer like Guinness? [I’ve also always been thought to be Irish thanks to my red hair and so I like to pretend I am upon occasion.]
Hilarious book about writing. Really. Totally dug this book and still occasionally pick it up and flip through it when I need a laugh and/or encouragement. And, well, I’m a writer- see the connection?
This was a really awesome book required by one of my classes at massage school. If you’re a body worker and have not read this book I recommend you do so. Now. And, yes, for a short time I worked as a Licensed Massage Therapist. Boy do I miss the days of attending massage classes- every hands on class I got a massage. *sigh*
I’m not always a huge Fantasy genre person. I do like some paranormal stuff, a bit of sci-fi, but fantasy is something I never really got into. Lord of the Rings was a set of books I only began reading after seeing the first two movies (I couldn’t wait to see the last one to find out what happened) and, after dragging myself through that wretchedly long winded part about Hobbits’ family trees, fell in love. To this day THE two fantasy authors I read and reread are Tolkein and Marion Zimmer Bradley.
Again- I love reading about other cultures and, after reading The Good Earth, thought I’d like to read another book by Buck. Luckily this one was far better than the sequel to The Good Earth, Sons. This story speaks of the strength of women in a culture renowned for its patriarchal society. It’s eloquent, heart warming and NOT AT ALL LIKE THE MOVIE which you should not watch. This kind of ties in with another book I wound up picking from another bookshelf…
I read this at a classmate’s behest who was partaking in the journey of learning Chinese language with me. It’s an autobiography of a family covering three generations, the author being the last in the line of family members we learn about. This was the first autobiography I had read in which I was moved to tears several times over. Outrage poured out of me with the understanding of politics, popularity and what happens when power amasses in such a way it is beyond the people to do anything about. I credit this book with my political awakenings as well as my very deep concern for people in such situations. The story spans the fall of Chang Kai-Shek, through Mao’s rise to power, The Great Leap Forward as well as The Cultural Revolution and all from the eyes and memory of a girl whose parents were both officers in the Communist Party.
Ah, the first science fiction book I ever read and one that still resides in my top ten books of all time (that I’ve read, of course) list. The world building is phenomenal, the characters intriguing (all you Jubal Harshaw fans out there know exactly what I’m talking about), and the philosophy Heinlein imbues into it are unforgettable. It’s a dense tome (I’ve only read the uncut version released after Heinlein’s death) in subject matter as well as thickness but it’s well worth it. To this day I credit this book with helping me grok some of life’s most profound gifts.
What are some of your favorite books? Ever read some of those mentioned? If you were to grab ten random books would they all wind up in a particular genre? C’mon- I’m nosy, do tell.