Courtesy of Jessica over at The Bookworm Chronicles I decided to do this fun little meme. I know I’ve done others in the past but, seriously, this seemed like so much fun I decided to do it. Besides, it’s nice to take a break from the heavy lifting of my blog writing and spice it up every now and again. I hope others decide to do this and, if you do, please leave me a link in the comments section so I can go check it out!
I’ve talked about this book before and I keep coming back to it. The Road by Cormac McCarthy. There are many pieces of brilliance I’ve been fortuitous enough to read in the last few years but this one, by far, was one of the most breathtaking and dramatic ones. Like any other “first” the experience can not be duplicated but, oh, how I would love it if it could.
Well, this was kind of tough as two readily jumped to mind. The first is Gone with the Wind by Margaret Mitchell while an almost tie goes to Tiger Eyes by Judy Blume. Of course Mitchell’s classic was tremendous on every possible level and truly served as my gateway to the world of romance and rogues (surely I’m not the only girl of tender years to have been smitten with Rhett Butler?!); but Blume’s work also gave me a taste of more adult reading from an author who I rather grew up with. As a result they’re both very fond to me.
Oh, dear. It has been forever and a day since I took an English class and so I find myself vexed. I recall being assigned a book I thought I would like but wound up hating (actually there are several of those) but none in the reverse. However, The Things they Carried by Tim O’Brien was one I was pretty ambivalent about but wound up very much admiring when all was said and done. I definitely recommend it.
That would have to be the first in the “In Death” series by J. D. Robb called Naked in Death. There are a few others but that one is an easy read and one I’ll flip open every now and again to peruse my favorite scenes. Honorable mentions here would be Untamed by Elizabeth Lowell, Breaking Dawn by Stephenie Meyer and Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand. All of the above I find great comfort in, either in part or entirety.
The Brief, Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Diaz. EVERYONE I know who has read this book tells me how awesome it is and still it sits upon my TBR shelf neglected. By way of comfort I keep telling it I’ll crack open its covers soon but, alas, I have yet to do so. There are, of course, many others but that one taunts me regularly and I, in turn, do the same to it. Poor, book.