The other day I was thinking about a few of the books that have meant the most to me and le voila! The idea for a column magically appeared.
I love magic.
I would also love to read lists of books that have mattered to you.
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The Poisonwood Bible
A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
To Kill a Mockingbird
These Is My Words
These is my words
A tree grows in Brooklyn
Good choices by Sarah
And I'd add:
The elegance of the hedgehog
An unquiet mind: Memoir of moods and madness
That last one was definitely a book that hit me hard because of the emotions of that time and it was just the book I needed then and again a few years later.
You are magical, Ann.
I like Sarah and Lauren's lists a whole lot. I'll add:
Peace Like a River
Prairie Songs
Jane Eyre
Angle of Repose
I just heard another person whose taste I respect rhapsodize about this book in the most reverential way. So now I have to set aside my policiers and read something substantial evidently. Maybe I should wait till it's not so hot...I could, possibly, have a better frame of mind.
Underworld, by Don Delillo
Cloudsplitter, by Russell Banks
Written on the Body, Jeanette Winterson
Harriet the Spy, by Louise Fitzhugh
The Beauty of the Husband, by Anne Carson
Its seems to me that such a list is fluid. Nevertheless, These books would make my fav's on a fairly regular basis. In n
o particular order:
Huckleberry Finn (it got me reading again)
Cat's Cradle (it got me reading what I liked)
Catcher In The Rye (helped read for nuance)
Rumpole of the Bailer (Inspired, in part, career choice)
A Long Way Down (Its just good writing)
Holy Scripture (no explanation provided)
Cool Cat (Because I wanted to be bad in the 70's)
Any book by A. Cannon.
In your column you mention that you question yourself if someone doesn't love a book that you love. Even though I might be insecure in so many other areas of my life, I am true and loyal to my books. I find myself judging other people based on how they feel about a book I love. I don't entirely dismiss them, but if someone dislikes a book I love, I know that they can never be a true "kindred spirit" I adored All the Light We Cannot See and was particularly moved by when Werner, trapped in the bombed out celler, hears Clair de Lune on the radio. Oh my heart!
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