Monday, January 25, 2016

David Bowie had Top 100 favorite books

When David Bowie passed away in January, there were many great articles about the man, his music, and his life.  One of the articles that intrigued me was the list of his Top 100 favorite books.

Part of the reason this article fascinated me so much is that I could never make that list. I can't think of 100 books (or even 10) that I would call "my favorites."

I read a lot. At least 100 books per year. I enjoy most of them, and if they're in a series, I will generally buy the sequels or companion books, just to follow the characters. But liking a book and putting it on a Top 100 list that I'd want to share?  That's something I'd struggle to do.

A Favorite authors list?  I could do that.  Laura Ingalls Wilder, Elizabeth George, Elizabeth George Speare, Sue Grafton, Nevada Barr, Dick Francis.  Most of these authors write suspense or classic YA/Children's.

I don't have any contemporary YA authors on that list. Maybe I should look harder. In the past year, I've a couple of books I might consider for a favorites list. I read a great book (with one of the finest, most impactful and unexpected scenes I've ever read in a book). It's by Elizabeth Wein, Code Name Verity (although I'm not sure I'd call it YA.) I recently finished Anna and the French Kiss, by Stephanie Perkins. It was great. I'll have to read more and see if she and her books can become favorites.

Maybe it's the word "favorites" that trips me up.  I like so many books and authors, it just seems too hard to pick out a few as the standouts.

1 comment:

  1. He shoulda gottn mine - 'King Size' Wanna grow-up? Literally? Lemme fill-you-up on earth withe most savvy experiences I had to date and I hope to return to; I'd like very much to share the rowdy, extraordinary, sterling beauty of Seventh-Heaven which I have actually seen due to our accident...

    Dat da fact, Jack: death is #@!!☆ smug and inevitable withe expression of a wet towel; some go to the other side while most never return. If you wanna continue, girl, I'll explain how I actually saw the other side and returned...

    Our 24-wildchild-blogs are a total wasteOtime ...yet, a total wealth of bottomless inferences, nuanced sophistication, and synonymous metaphors which shall creep stealthily across thy brain like the vivid, brazen dawn. And, frankly, I wouldn't be too concerned about what the bionic, bloated, whorizontal world thot about me, dear; I'd be much more worried about what JESUS shall say at the General Judgement.

    First, why else does a moth fly from the night than to a bold, attractive candle Light? Don't let His extravagant brilliance be extinguished, girl. You're creative, yes? Then fly-away with U.S. to the antidote: apathy is the glove in which evil sticks his bloody hand on this dying earth.

    Meet this ex-mortal Upstairs for the most extra guhroovy, pleasure-beyond-measure, party-hardy-reality-show-addiction 24/7 you DO NOT wanna miss, where the Son never goes down from a VitSee-ing, ultra-passionate, YOUTHwitheTRUTH in which you'll find nonillions X nonillions X nonillions... of deluxe-cubed-HTTP (<-- pi) opportunities for enveloping, engulfing excitement; where you'll looove an endless eternity of aplomBOMBs falling ALL over thy incredible, indelible cranium, as you'll have an XtraXcitinXpose with an IQ much higher than K2 resulting in an explosion of obscene exuberance.

    Last, here's what the prolific, exquisite GODy sed: 'the more you shall honor Me, the more I shall bless you' -the Infant Jesus of Prague.

    Go git'm, girl. You're incredible.