Wednesday, June 8, 2011


Inspired by a post from David Auerbach, I've listed out (to the best of my admittedly unreliable recollection), the books that have meant the most to me, year by year, through my life thus far. I'd like to expand this into a series of short essays, so as to explain a little about each choice and why it mattered to me at the time. I doubled up on a few, especially between the ages of 19 and 23, when I read like a demon. Anyhow, here they are:

  1. Pat the Bunny
  2. The Happy Man and His Dump Truck
  3. Animals of Buttercup Farm
  4. Where the Wild Things Are, by Maurice Sendak
  5. Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer
  6. Andrew Lang Fairy Books / The Nutcracker
  7. Pippi Longstocking, by Astrid Lindgren
  8. The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe, by C S Lewis
  9. The Witches, By Roald Dahl
  10. The Book of Three, by Lloyd Alexander
  11. Jurassic Park, by Michael Crichton
  12. The Phantom of the Opera, by Gaston Leroux
  13. The Hunchback of Notre Dame, by Victor Hugo
  14. The Count of Monte Cristo, by Alexander Dumas
  15. Hamlet, by William Shakespeare
  16. Wuthering Heights, by Emily Bronte
  17. The Brothers Karamazov, by Fyodor Dostoyevsky
  18. Don Quixote, by Miguel de Cervantes
  19. Tanakh / Peer Gynt, by Henrik Ibsen
  20. The Canterbury Tales, by Geoffrey Chaucer / Stories by Franz Kafka
  21. Poems of Shelley / Illuminated Books of William Blake
  22. Remembrance of Things Past, by Marcel Proust / Ulysses, by James Joyce
  23. Essays, by Ralph Waldo Emerson / Finnegans Wake, by James Joyce
  24. Alone with the Alone: Creative Imagination and the Sufism of Ibn al 'Arabi, by Henry Corbin
  25. Orlando Furioso, by Ludovico Ariosto
  26. The Bloody Chamber, by Angela Carter
  27. Don Juan, by Byron
  28. Poems, by Fernando Pessoa, et. al. (so far; still have six months and two days to go)

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