Writer's Block: Book worms unite!
Nov. 28th, 2009 04:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Three? That's all I get?
No book ever captivated me more than The Lord of the Rings. Ballantine published it in paperback in 1965, and at 14 I was just at "that age." Never in my life had I stayed up all night reading something for pleasure. It was like hooking my brain to a droud, and I cried when Sam said, "Well, I'm back," because there was no more. 44 years later, the love affair continues - The Children of Húrin was dark and wondrous.
If you count that as one book, my other two favorites would have to be The Thirteen Clocks, by James Thurber, a delightsome romp through dark passages and secret doors, fantastic language and charming illustrations; and The Human Comedy, by William Saroyan, a moving exploration of man's capacity to preserve hope when the world seems to be collapsing around him. I could list at least a hundred others...
The three worst? Bah, walk into any large bookstore and choose three at random. How much of the stuff on today's shelves gets published is beyond me. I'd have to say that the three worst books I read, I never finished - because they were so bad. Why waste time consuming garbage when there are more great classics than a body could comfortably read in a lifetime?
Three? That's all I get?
No book ever captivated me more than The Lord of the Rings. Ballantine published it in paperback in 1965, and at 14 I was just at "that age." Never in my life had I stayed up all night reading something for pleasure. It was like hooking my brain to a droud, and I cried when Sam said, "Well, I'm back," because there was no more. 44 years later, the love affair continues - The Children of Húrin was dark and wondrous.
If you count that as one book, my other two favorites would have to be The Thirteen Clocks, by James Thurber, a delightsome romp through dark passages and secret doors, fantastic language and charming illustrations; and The Human Comedy, by William Saroyan, a moving exploration of man's capacity to preserve hope when the world seems to be collapsing around him. I could list at least a hundred others...
The three worst? Bah, walk into any large bookstore and choose three at random. How much of the stuff on today's shelves gets published is beyond me. I'd have to say that the three worst books I read, I never finished - because they were so bad. Why waste time consuming garbage when there are more great classics than a body could comfortably read in a lifetime?
