After buying a new book for my upcoming flight to the other edge of the world, I decided to assess what I have read since the start of the year. Here is a summary of what I’ve gone through and a bit of background on how I came to read it:
Three Cups of Tea by Greg Mortenson and David Oliver Relin
My parents came to visit me in the fall and my father arrived with this book in hand. When he finished reading it towards the end of the trip, he gave it to me.
The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho
A Christmas gift that I enjoyed while in Berlin and also the first Coehlo book I have read. It will not be the last.
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime by Mark Haddon
I read this back in 2006, but left my copy somewhere in Cambodia. Christopher was even more inspiring the second time around.
Sister of My Heart by Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni
I found this book among a pile of freebies on the landing of my old apartment last summer. It tells the story of two girls in India, growing up and learning that changed relationships can never break a bond.
Everything is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer
I must admit, I first saw the film. The version I watched, however, didn’t have subtitles, so the parts in Ukranian were lost on me (which ended up being over half the film). So, I read the book then re-watched the film. The book is far superior.
Wonderful Fool by Shusaku Endo
The latest venture in my love for Japanese fiction was also found on the apartment landing. No, that’s wrong. I found it at a used book market at the Dam. Yes, I can see from inside cover that I paid €4,50.
Annette Vallon by James Tipton
Last summer, the Goethe Institute was under restoration and, apparently, also cleaning out their library. I was biking past and stopped to look at the books displayed on the table. Gratis. I’m not sure what this book about the French Revolution (written in English) was doing there, but I happily took it, intrigued by the quote on the back cover, “Be careful reader: my troubles started because I read novels.”
Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë
A book lingering from my undergraduate years, complete with five critical essays at the end, which (yes) I did read. A good book for banter in a university classroom, but I mostly enjoyed the essays at the end. A bit of theory that I’ve been starved of since finishing my MA.
Les Misérables by Victor Hugo
A book I grabbed from the overflowing bookcase of my parents when I was visiting in February. In my haste, I failed to notice that it was the abridged version.
The Last Templar by Raymond Khoury
Ha! I posted this entry before I noticed that I forgot to write about this book. Indeed, that’s just about how memorable it is. I think it’s riding on the popularity of The Da Vinci Code (which I haven’t read), or something. A visiting friend decided to leave it with me.
Persuasion by Jane Austen
The last of Miss Austen’s six glorious novels that I had to read. She never fails to impress, please, and challenge. She is undoubtedly one of my favorite writers and I look forward to returning to her beautiful words again.
A Spot of Bother by Mark Haddon
Inspired by his first book, I purchased this at a bookstore. An enjoyable, humorous read. I look forward to his next.
The Red Notebook by Paul Auster
A collection of short, true stories. Unfathomable coincidences and curious events of happenstance. I have only read Timbuktu prior to this, but there are several more works by Auster waiting on the shelf.