books i’ve thoroughly enjoyed during my twenty year old lifetime:
- kafka on the shore by Haruki Murakami
- the catcher in the rye by J.D. Salinger
- a wrinkle in time by Madeleine L’Engle – the entire series is great
- if on a winter’s night a traveler by Italo Calvino
- the new york trilogy by Paul Auster
- lolita by Vladimir Nabokov
- a handful of time by Kit Pearson
- peak by Roland Smith
- the mysterious benedict society by Trenton Lee Stewart
- the old man and the sea by Ernest Hemingway
- the sense of an ending by Julian Barnes
- beloved by Toni Morrison
- einstein’s dreams by Alan Lightman
- empire falls by Richard Russo
- slaughterhouse five by Kurt Vonnegut
- mood indigo by Boris Vian (also a cool movie)
- the great divorce by C.S. Lewis
- east of eden by John Steinbeck
- nothing to envy by Barbara Demick
- the watsons go to birmingham – 1963 by Christopher Paul Curtis
- pride and prejudice by Jane Austen
- sailing alone around the room by Billy Collins
- a perfect day for a bananafish by J.D. Salinger
- (if you want the shortlist, click here)
as I keep reading, I’m finding it more difficult to find a book in which I can fully absorb myself into. I guess that’s why some of these books listed are from my elementary school days where all I did was just enjoy and immerse myself into that world. some of these books are new; some are classics; all but two are fiction. they may not be the most insightful or most academic and it’s not a comprehensive list by any means, but they’re all stories that i have some sentimental memory of.
