“It was just another showdown in another empty street. That was all, and that was enough. It was khef, ka and ka-tet.”
- The Lord of the Rings – J.R.R. Tolkien. Enough said, I think.
- The Waste Lands – Stephen King. The third instalment in the Dark Tower series, this is strange and wonderful and lyrical, apocalyptic, mysterious and above all true – everything, in fact, that fantasy should be.
- The Last Hero – Terry Pratchett. The illustrations are gorgeous, and the story is breathtaking in its humour and its sadness.
- Our Mutual Friend – Charles Dickens. What connects a psychopathic schoolmaster, a literary man with a wooden leg, a pair of unemployed lawyers and a Golden Dustman? Why, our mutual friend, of course.
- Wool – Hugh Howey. A real sci-fi gem, darkly fascinating and believable, and a lovely romance to boot.
- Paradise Lost – John Milton. Everyone needs to read this.
- Cloud Atlas – David Mitchell. Ambitious and life-affirming and brilliant. The film is excellent, too.
- Catching Fire – Suzanne Collins. Because of the mockingjay dress, and the hand-holding, and that line about the berries.
- The Fault in Our Stars – John Green. A book that’s grown on me, actually, since my lacklustre review. It’s one I regularly take off the shelf for some comfort reading, and which I always quote to myself.
- The Historian – Elizabeth Kostova. VAMPIRES and LIBRARIES. What do you mean, you haven’t read it yet?
(The theme for this post was suggested by the Broke and the Bookish’s weekly meme Top Ten Tuesday.)