I will say who I read MOST FREQUENTLY - the books that have taught me innumerable lessons about myself and life in general.
This list will grow over time since I'm obviously in no position to write paragraph-lengthy reviews in response to each one. Sois patiente.
- The Princess Bride by William Golding
I wonder when my book will be past its prime. The answer to this rhetorical statement is obviously never. I keep coming back to the heart throbbing fast-paced tone of Golding's prose. It's a thriller enough without being too neurotic; however, cerebral enough to evoke intellectual and emotional stimulation throughout the entire plot line. - Strange Nervous Laughter by Bridget McCulty
A peculiar guttural displeasure issues from my gut from when I comprehend this novel (I use this term lightly) as being one of a high commendation. It is not that it is a despicably poorly-written book, it is just so flatlined in comparison with my typical standards that in my own pretentious opinion, it falls flat. My instinct tells me a huge 'no, no, no' to ever even uttering the words "I love the novel 'Strange Nervous Laughter' by Bridget McCulty!" but alas, I am a sucker for this, er, mediocre prose. The weaving of the completely different yet so intrinsically harmonic characters pulls me into a cage that I possess no earthly desire to escape. The characters in themselves are infuriating in their unawareness of their mental and social issues, completely oblivious to the observations made by their coworkers, friends, and peers, yet they continue to live in stunted webs of shattered self-worth and pit fallen self-esteem. They are so human it's tedious.