Downith would like me to talk about my five favourite books. However, I do not speak Brit/Canadianese, and will instead babble at length about my five favorite books. One of the things Downith and I have in common is that we find that cracks about the differences in various versions of English are pretty much always funny. (Raise your hand if you didn’t even notice the joke.)
I do not have five favorite books. My house is insulated with books. But one thing I’ve noticed about being thirty-mumble years old is that there are books I love that I can’t read again for fear of hating. Then there are the books that I can read again, and love still.
When I was seventeen, my favorite books were Anne of Green Gables by L. M. Montgomery, The Blue Sword by Robin McKinley, and Walden, which I read in twelfth grade English, and my selected e.e. cummings.
When I was twenty-two, my favorite books were The Wood Wife by Terri Windling, Diving Into the Wreck by Adrienne Rich, and Selected Poems of H.D.
When I was twenty-seven my favorite books were The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay by Michael Chabon, The Jetty by Talvikki Ansel, A is for Crocodile (an awesome kid’s book, I can’t remember the author), and Appalachia by Charles Wright.
Today I’m fond of (off the top of my head) ]open interval[ by Lyrae Van Clief-Stefanon, Witch of Blackbird Pond by Elizabeth George Speare, 109 East Palace by Jennet Conant, and Spiral Hunt by Margaret Ronald.
What else should I read?