|Humorous Book||0||8 Sep 2014|
Jon Richardson's Top 10 Favourite ReadsSum by David Eagleman
If, in my lifetime, I manage to create something half as original, imaginative and witty as this, I will be absolutely delighted. A wonderful and important piece of work. The kind of book I have to buy over and over again because I keep giving my own copy away to people I care about who, somewhat selfishly, I want to think of me when they think of the writing.
IT by Stephen King
One of the few books I have read repeatedly, a masterpiece for fans of the genre. The twin time frames of the narrative allow King to write a graphic and terrifying horror story, but also to do what he does best of all, capture the fierce loyalty of childhood friendship.
God’s Own Country by Ross Raisin
Given to me by a friend when I was ill on the other side of the planet, it was a perfect and engrossing distraction from pneumonia. Instantly gripping and proof that not all protagonists have to be simply endearing to be worthy of reading about.
His Dark Materials by Philip Pullman
The debate about how old a reader of this kind of work should be passes me by completely, I see these three books as nothing less than exquisitely written stories of genuine depth and complexity, evoking as much emotional response in me as anything I have ever read. The stage adaptation at The National Theatre is also a memory I will hold dear for many years to come.
The Pilgrimage by Paolo Coelho
The precursor to his best-known work, "The Alchemist", it explores a similar theme in greater depth. I must admit that in recent years I have found this kind of work difficult to reread as happily as I don’t have the same self-doubts and unanswered questions that I had when I was younger, but it remains a book that undoubtedly helped me find the strength to change my life for the better.
The Wind In The Willows by Kenneth Grahame
An important part of my childhood, and for that reason something I reach for in adulthood to remind me of simpler times. Up we go, up we go!
One Hundred Years Of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
The title alone makes this worthy of mention, but I have very fond memories of reading this and discovering for the first time the world of magic realism. A book I remember reading on a bench in a silent park on bright sunlit afternoon, despite the fact I’m almost certain I didn’t--it’s hard not to love any book that makes you rewrite your own history.
Everett Ruess: A Vagabond For Beauty by W.L. Rusho
I bought this after reading ‘Into The Wild’, and perhaps because it consists of actual letters rather than a speculative recounting of events I found it much more affecting. Everett’s writing on solitude and his eventual fate strike a chord deep within me. Another book I read regularly. “The chief danger to an even semi-intelligent happiness lies in being analytic. One who is truly analytic cannot possibly be happy unless there is some great contradiction in his nature-some side of himself where the cold mind never probes. For to think is the beginning of death.”
The Grapes Of Wrath by John Steinbeck
An absolute classic, one of the few books I would happily describe as perfect. There is nothing else I can say about it.
The Corrections by Jonathan Franzen
It’s my mum’s favourite book and that fact alone makes it one of mine.