Casa di Libri
Oh, drat. This meme has been ricocheting around for the last week or so and I thought I'd ducked it but The Meatriarchy had me in his sights:
Number of books I own:
Probably three or four hundred, not counting textbooks and technical manuals.
Last Book I Bought:
A hardbound collection of Somerset Maugham's short stories that I found at a garage sale.
Last Book I Read:
The Face of Battle by the British military historian, John Keegan.
Five Books That Mean a Lot to Me:
Trying to narrow this down was taking me way too long. I think that the most important books that we read are the first ones, the ones that inculcate a love of reading. So here are a few categories and impressions:
Encyclopedias: One grandmother gave me a set of Encyclopedia Americana (I think that was its name), printed in 1935. The other grandmother, a bit more up to date, bought a new volume every couple of weeks of some encyclopedia offered by a grocery store for 2 bucks if your grocery order was above a certain level. So I know everything in the world, but only in alphabetical order.
Gulliver's Travels, by Swift. One of the first books I can remember reading, it was an abridged version included in a big book of fairy tales, Aesop's fables, kid-friendly rewrites of Greek mythology, etc.
Science fiction: I read science fiction voraciously, but got burned out on the genre in a few years. I remember H.G. Wells' The Time Machine fondly; there was another one by Issac Asimov, also on time travel, that I found fascinating. I'd need a for-real time machine to remember the title, though.
The Hardy Boys. Don't laugh -- I used to eat these up like popcorn. When I ran out, I'd start in on my sister's Nancy Drew novels. OK, you can laugh at that.
Crime and Punishment by Dostoyevsky. Probably the first Serious Book I read, when I was thirteen or fourteen. It inspired me to become a tragic, moody Russian writer. That didn't work out too well, so I instead became a moody Canadian blogger who posts weird things he finds on the Internet. Kind of tragic, in its own way.
Tag Five More:
Everyone I can think of has already been hit up on this. I might as well shoot for the stars, and offer a group challenge to Huffington's Post. I'll bet they can't scare up three books among all of them.