Rules: In a text post, list ten books that have stayed with you in some way. Don’t take but a few minutes, and don’t think too hard — they don’t have to be the “right” or “great” works, just ones that have touched you. Then tag ten other folks etc. etc. you all know how this goes
(tagged by: just-another-pilot-down)
- Dracula - Bram Stoker
- The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams
- The God Delusion - Richard Dawkins
- Great Expectations - Charles Dickens
- A Separate Peace - John Knowles
- The Harry Potter series - J. K. Rowling
- D’Aulaires' Book of Greek Myths - Ingri d’Aulaire, Edgar Parin d’Aulaire
- The Plague - Albert Camus
- The Hardy Boys series - Franklin W. Dixon
- To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee
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I love this book. I was expecting a big, dull philosophical slog and, instead, I got a rollicking adventure story. Nearly everyone else in my Brit Lit class kept talking about imperialism and sexism and so-on. I’m just sitting in the corner, cheering while Robinson fights hundreds of wolves.
Robinson is like a Proto-Hannibal Smith, or MacGyver, using his wits to make the best of the worst situations. The world just keeps giving him piles of shit and Robin just shrugs and uses them to build a skyscraper, or something. Seriously, I love Robin and Friday (and their insane dog). I’m considering going out and reading the sequel, just for more of their adventures.