Ah. Here we are again in the comfortable, comforting world of The Broke and the Bookish‘s Top Ten Tuesday. What am I thinking about? All those tricky books out there. Often those I actually should have put down before I bored myself to tears. You live and learn…
1. Midnight’s Children; Salman Rushdie – This book is always the first example I give when arguing why you should always stop after 50 pages if you’re simply not feeling a book. I didn’t and I fear I ruined this classic for myself by ploughing on.
2. The God of Small Things; Arundhati Roy – a long-awaited read and one of the few I bothered with on my hols. Why did I bother? I’m not sure I know. Too ‘Booker-Prizey’/obscure for its own good?
3. A Woman’s Life; Guy de Maupassant – a huge disappointment as I usually love Maupassant’s writing. Stereotypical, tedious tripe in the ‘Madame Bovary’ mold (but not nearly as good) and most definitely written by a man’s point of view. Sorry chaps.
4. My Name is Red; Orhan Pamuk – I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, this book was a serious test of my patience and stamina..
5. South Riding; Winifred Holtby – much duller than promised by the 2011 BBC miniseries. I can’t believe I finished it and I actually can’t remember what happened….perhaps I need to watch the series again!
6. The Tiger’s Wife; Téa Obreht – I’m afraid I was swayed by the awards and hype on this occasion. Needless to say it didn’t live up to expectations… it should have done.
7. Mary Barton; Elizabeth Gaskell – no comment.
8. Something Wicked This Way Comes; Ray Bradbury – I didn’t enjoy this short novella nearly as much as I’d have liked to after the iconic Fahrenheit 451. His prose requires the kind of concentration I didn’t possess at the time.
9. Tropic of Cancer; Henry Miller – Sex sex sex….yes, I get it. Stop talking about yourself already!
10. The Cider House Rules; John Irving – LONG.
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