Archive for September 23rd, 2006

I have an odd love-hate relationship with book lists. I like to read them in order to find books that I might otherwise miss out on, but I invariably feel a twinge of guilt when someone lists a book I haven’t read. John Steinbeck’s Of Mice and Men often makes it onto people’s lists, as does Nathaniel Hawthorne’s The Scarlet Letter and J.D. Salinger’s The Catcher in the Rye. Yes, I missed them in high school. Sue me. Or better yet, sue the school board. I still got my diploma.

Drawing up this list often seemed like an exercise in futility. I’d originally planned to list one hundred books, but I had to scale it back to fifty; I read so much that I can barely remember what I’ve read two months ago, much less two years ago. And then there’s the question of how much snobbery I should let out. Do I list James Joyce’s A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man and F. Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby, thereby showing people how well-read I am? In the end, I decided not to. I wouldn’t recommend Joyce to the average reader—A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man has its moments, but reading it can seem like pulling teeth—and The Great Gatsby is, in my blasphemous opinion, greatly overrated. But I digress.

So in making this list, I decided to focus less on literary merit and more on enjoyment. These are the books that I couldn’t put down, for one reason or another. They’re the ones that really stick in my mind and I certainly wouldn’t mind revisiting them. Yes, I have questionable taste—Stephen King and Anne Rice made my list, while I intentionally left William Shakespeare off. Boo. And Ray Bradbury is a better prose stylist than Ernest Hemingway. Boo back. So here it is, warts and all—my list of what Stefanie calls “thumping good reads.”

And this time, feel free to sue me.


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