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