List 15 books you've read that will always stick with you: list the first 15 you can recall in 15 minutes. Don't take too long to think about it. As an extra, I've included my approximate age of first reading.
In order of recollection:
* Alan Moore, Watchmen, Age: 22
* Moore & Lloyd, V for Vendetta, Age: 22
* JRR Tolkien, LOTR (trilogy, no Hobbit), ~12
* Shakespeare, Macbeth, 18
* Douglas Adams, Hitchhiker's Guide (series), 8-12 (not all were available at the same time)
* Ariley, Predictably Irrational, 23
* Zelazny, first Amber quintet, ~15
* Machiavelli, The Prince, ~16 (Can't remember which translation. The much longer companion volume on the Roman republic, Discourses on Livy, is in the stack of books I own but haven't had time to read.)
* Author Unknown, Job / Iyov depending on your translation scheme, ~10 (Only book of scripture that I'd bothered to read before my family started pushing Christianity on me, and the decade-long backlash against all religion that followed.)
* Nicholls, The Science in Science Fiction, ~17
* Lao Tzu, Tao Te Ching, Kwok, Palmer & Ramsay translation, 20
* Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead, 18
* Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse Five, 19
* Marx & Engels, The Communist Manifesto, 13 (Can't remember which translation. There's a particular lesson from this one - even the brightest among us can be incredibly naive about the way people work.)
* Bujold, Vorkosigan series, particularly Memory, ~17-22
* Extra, because 15 isn't enough: Zimbardo, The Lucifer Effect, 22
"An Afternoon In The Stacks"
Closing the book, I find I have left my head
inside. It is dark in here, but the chapters open
their beautiful spaces and give a rustling sound,
words adjusting themselves to their meaning.
Long passages open at successive pages. An echo,
continuous from the title onward, hums
behind me. From in here, the world looms,
a jungle redeemed by these linked sentences
carved out when an author traveled and a reader
kept the way open. When this book ends
I will pull it inside-out like a sock
and throw it back in the library. But the rumor
of it will haunt all that follows in my life.
A candleflame in Tibet leans when I move.
- Mary Oliver (b. 1935)
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In order of recollection:
* Alan Moore, Watchmen, Age: 22
* Moore & Lloyd, V for Vendetta, Age: 22
* JRR Tolkien, LOTR (trilogy, no Hobbit), ~12
* Shakespeare, Macbeth, 18
* Douglas Adams, Hitchhiker's Guide (series), 8-12 (not all were available at the same time)
* Ariley, Predictably Irrational, 23
* Zelazny, first Amber quintet, ~15
* Machiavelli, The Prince, ~16 (Can't remember which translation. The much longer companion volume on the Roman republic, Discourses on Livy, is in the stack of books I own but haven't had time to read.)
* Author Unknown, Job / Iyov depending on your translation scheme, ~10 (Only book of scripture that I'd bothered to read before my family started pushing Christianity on me, and the decade-long backlash against all religion that followed.)
* Nicholls, The Science in Science Fiction, ~17
* Lao Tzu, Tao Te Ching, Kwok, Palmer & Ramsay translation, 20
* Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead, 18
* Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse Five, 19
* Marx & Engels, The Communist Manifesto, 13 (Can't remember which translation. There's a particular lesson from this one - even the brightest among us can be incredibly naive about the way people work.)
* Bujold, Vorkosigan series, particularly Memory, ~17-22
* Extra, because 15 isn't enough: Zimbardo, The Lucifer Effect, 22
"An Afternoon In The Stacks"
Closing the book, I find I have left my head
inside. It is dark in here, but the chapters open
their beautiful spaces and give a rustling sound,
words adjusting themselves to their meaning.
Long passages open at successive pages. An echo,
continuous from the title onward, hums
behind me. From in here, the world looms,
a jungle redeemed by these linked sentences
carved out when an author traveled and a reader
kept the way open. When this book ends
I will pull it inside-out like a sock
and throw it back in the library. But the rumor
of it will haunt all that follows in my life.
A candleflame in Tibet leans when I move.
- Mary Oliver (b. 1935)
Thanks go to
taldragon for sending me this, ages ago.