What’s your favourite book? And Why?

I have spent a good part,

of the last two days,


Where The Red Fern Grows.

I am sure many of you have read it.

It’s something of a classic,

there are over,

eight hundred reviews,

on amazon, alone.


I’m sort of embarrassed to admit,

I had never heard of this book,

until about a month ago.

A woman  I met,

told me about it,

it seemed to mean,

a lot to her.

I was intrigued and interested,

by both the book and the woman.

So, a couple of Sundays ago,

I took it out of the library.

It was the first time,

I went to the children’s section.

It’s a wonderful book.

Full of fun and adventure.

It’s about the importance,

of friendship,

of family,

of loyalty,

of sacrifice,

and of hard work.

Full of love and compassion,

as well as,

pain and heartbreak.

An exemplary piece of  children’s literature.

One of the first questions,

I ask someone who I find interesting,


what is your favourite book?

It’s important to me.

I also know it’s not really,

that easy a question to answer.

It can vary,

depending on life circumstance.

For instance,

the summer I was fourteen,

I read a giant opus of a book,

Youngblood Hawke by Herman Wouk.

I was really taken with it,

all I remember about it now,

is that it was humongous,

and it made me dream of being a writer.

It was about a writer and I thought,


that is the most interesting of lives.

I have never re-read that book,

I don’t know if I would still like it,


I will go on remembering it,


and dreamily.

It’s better not to tempt,


One book I love and have re-read is,

The Catcher In The Rye,

I know many people don’t like this novel,


to me,

it is the best portrayal,

I have read,

of how alien and marginal,

a sensitive, intelligent,

teenager feels.

I read it last year and I felt,

the gnawing in the pit of my stomach,

I was fifteen again,

not in a nostalgic,

wasn’t it great sort of way,


in a,

my God,

will anyone ever get me, way.

But, my favourite book of all time is,

The World According To Garp.

I have been thinking about this,

the past few weeks,

and wondering,

what this says about me.

I think it means I expect the worst,


fervently hope for the best.

I also think it means,

I think you should be weary of,

joining anything,

that orthodoxy,

even when it starts from a good place,

more often than not leads to fanaticism.

It says I know love is imperfect,


sometimes painful,


always worth the risk.

It means I should always try to,

remember what being a child is,

that flippant off hand remarks,

can lead to years of misunderstanding,

and sometimes permanent scaring.

It means that life is both,

hysterically funny and tragic,



An odd choice as a favourite granted,

it’s about a man,

raised by a single mother,

who has a family and is a writer.

I am none of these things.

And yet,


I always felt that someway, somehow,

I was Garp.


But, if,

I am anything,

I am strange:-)

Tell me what your favourite book is,

I’m interested.

Later girls,


The ones I carry in my head and heart

Weather = Nothing to complain about.

I’m still in a book slump.

Everything I have in my TBR pile is either too serious,

I’m not in a serious kind of a mood,

Or really,


 sort of boring,

 I guess.

So, I thought I would improvise and tell you all about about some of my favourite characters.

Also, if you share my point of view,

 or even better,


perhaps you can share.

OK ,

so off the top of my head:

Holden Caulfield in The Catcher In The Rye.

I know, I know,

 seems like an obvious choice,

 but, hey,

 I always liked him,

 he’s profoundly human in a warts and all, kind of a way.

 Misunderstood and smart ass a winning combination, 

so real .


Harriet, of  Harriet The Spy, again, very human,

 who couldn’t love an eight year old budding spy/writer?

 I read this book when I was well over thirty and I felt and fell  for Harriet,

although sometimes she was a bit of a dweeb,

 aren’t we all,


Atticus Finch from To Kill A Mockingbird,

 because he is what I would like to be like,

when I grow up.


 one of the most honourable characters in fiction.

Jo March of  Little Women,

 I love Jo,

 I love everything about Jo, including her name.

She is smart and good and selfless and yet,

sooo much fun, the original tomboy.

She has flaws, but, minor ,compared to her spunk.

Love that girl.

 I like to think today,

 Jo would grow up to be a kickass queer girl.

Sidney Carlton of  A Tale Of Two Cities,

 the man gives his life for the woman he loves.

You know I always thought Dickens’ books were too long,

 a case of being paid by the word.

A Tale Of Two Cities was  just the right lenght.

That character left quite an impression on a fifteen year old.

He really rises to the occasion.

Recently, I read Stone Butch Blues,

it left a big impression.

Jess, the main character is so strong.

She suffers and she perseveres.

A quietly determined and dignified character.

She gets kicked in the face and stands up,

 again and again.

She just wants to live her life.

Not attitude,

 just, the right to be.


For those of you who didn’t read it,

do yourself a favour and do.

Well, those are some of my favourites.

I’m sure I could add many more but, I’m tired.

Later girls