Well, recently a very pretty friend of my friend's, whom I've been trying desperately to impress, asked me to list my favorite books stating reasons to it to go along with it. It was infact a wee bit of maneuvering on my part which brought her to this question, and I do suspect that this fair dame understood the mild drift I was trying to impose on the direction of our mail correspondences.
Anyway, since I'm back into 'Competency Area' (the bench, for the uninitiated) and my Hyderabad life has degenerated into a sleep-throughout-your-weekend story, I've decided to write about my favorite books and why them ..
First a bit of background...
So my reading started, not too early, not too late at around the time when I was in 7th standard. Mum was such a sweetheart till then, reading me books and getting me all those comics and Famous Five/ Secret Seven series. But in 7th I got to read my first book, which was a thriller/adventure of sorts named Shaitan. From then it was kind of slow untill I reached the stage where I got my hands on the regular Sidney Sheldon range when I was in 8th or 9th. The period was bliss for me, with mom bringing home 2 books every two weeks from the heaven for readers, Elloor lending library. So that period was pretty monotonous with me finishing almost the whole line of Sheldons within the year, and going on to pile up titles from all the major best seller authors. It was a bit slower during my 11th and 12th, with maybe a book in two months or even lesser. And my reading spree was finally cut off with a villian of all books; War and Peace, which officially ended my golden days of reading.
Now to back to the subject. Some of my favorite books as of now are:
1) Godfather: For justice, we must go to Don Corleone. And my chest fills up with pride and other emotions so strong that it cannot be penned down onto words. Each re-read brings up more emotions. This is the book I have gotta read atleast once a year, and each time I read it I feel good about being a man and generally about being myself. And don't begin to ask silly questions like why, cos Godfather is simply the sum of all wisdom. The Godfather answers all of life's questions. What to pack for a trip? "Leave the gun, take the cannolis." :D
2) Fountainhead: Who does'nt like Fountainhead?
Well it was a rhetorical question and you need not answer it if you don't like Fountainhead, because I am aware that there are hoards of people who tend to think that it is just boring and it never ends. But to me it is like philosophy for dummies or Beginner's guide to philosophy. Who would'nt identify with the lead characters? I've heard almost everyone who has read the book to have claimed that Howard Roark was nothing but an replica of their own selves.
3) One Hundred Years Of Solitude: This is a very personal choice of mine and I do not expect many people to side with me on this one. I've been reading it over and over and again, and still cannot explain what is the thing in the book that draws me back again and again to it. This is the book that leaves me feeling like I'm lying in air somehow being bouyed up from beneath. And do not mistake this as floating in the clouds kind of feeling, because it's just the opposite. I just feel so disturbed to the core about the whole deal. Maybe it is because of the time span of the work, or maybe because of the sudden changes in pattern from a completely serious line with a sudden short intrusion of fantasy as if it were a mere everyday event.
4) Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: True that the idea for this book (radio show at first) came to Douglas Adams while he was drunk and reading "Hitch hiker's guide to Europe" and looking at the sky, but thank heavens that he was drunk, because I do not think that he could have pulled something this crazy off if he were anywhere near sober. This was something that came heavily recommended by everyone I knew, and correctly placed after Terry Pratchetts putting me in the receptive mood for modern humour. I have not read the fourth installation of the inaccurately termed Hitchhiker's Trilogy of five books.
There is an art, or, rather, a knack to flying. The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.
5) Wilbur Smith: Again one of my favorite books, even though I cannot say that I've gained something deep or worthwhile while reading his works. Its pure adrenaline rather than anything else and even though most of his works have the same general theme it ends up being a blast to read. His books are long and they have good language and more than enough excitement to keep you hooked on for the 700-1000 pages that they usually stretch on to.
6) Terry Pratchett: Shrutz had always been telling me about how she loved Terry Pratchett and how she thought he was the greatest author on earth. Of course this gave me more ammunition to avoid the guy for at least a year. Finally, with nothing else to read I stumbled upon Captain Carrot and the Disc World. This, I would consider as one of the best things that happened to my reading, because I found that, humour writing was one of the wonders of the world. I went on to read quite a few of them, though not the whole series, not to mention an inevitable move towards hitchhiker's series.
Well, I have decided to stop here, even though there are lot more books that I have quite liked. But these were the first that came to my mind and feel strongly about.
Now Reading (rereading) : The Source - James Michener
