In no particular order, here they are:
1. Lirael by Garth Nix. I liked all three of his Old Kingdom series, but this one was my favorite. I love the library that he describes and I love how Lirael finds the Dog.
2. The Bonesetter’s Daughter by Amy Tan. I don’t care if people think this is a stereotyping of chinese culture or whatnot. I like Amy Tan’s dreamlike style of writing. This one is my favorite out of all of her other novels.
3. Claidi Collection by Tanith Lee. I wish she’d write more stories like this one. I don’t enjoy the work she directs to more mature readers. This was just the right mix of spontaneity, creativity and spunk.
4. The Scarlett Pimpernel by Baroness Orczy. The first time I read this, I teared up a bit.
5. The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett. I read this book every year when it’s a rainy, dreary day. I love the big old house and gardens that Mary first stumbles through and later, transforms.
6. Child of the Prophecy by Juliet Marilier. Do not disturb me when I am reading this book. I get angry. I wish I could write such a perfect mix of fantasy and folklore as Juliet Marilier does in her work.
7. Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë. I never get tired of this gothic romance.
8. Howl’s Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones. She’s such a crazy, great author. I love her.
9. Emily’s Quest by L.M. Montgomery. I also love the Anne of Green Gables books, but I particularly love Emily. When I was younger, I used to give names to places in my neighborhood just because I loved how Emily named things at New Moon.
10. Ella Enchanted by Gail Carson Levine. This better-than-Cinderella story is perfect. Back when I was innocent but influential, I forced my brother to listen to me while I read bits of it aloud to him as a bedtime story. He still remembers all the characters.
I literally, have had some pretty ridiculous nightmares. Once, I dreamt that there was a huge tsunami coming and everyone had to evacuate. I absolutely WOULD NOT leave until I made sure all my favorite books were with me. I remember everyone throwing up their hands in exasperation and leaving without me while I was still digging through a pile of books and ripping my hair out because my backpack could only fit so many. I exist on books.
Anyway, these are just old-time favorites of mine. They’re not necessarily deep, some of them are only children’s books, but I love these books just like they’re old friends of mine. I wonder, does my choice of books reveal anything about the kind of person I am?