Bulgakov's The Master and Margarita
Bulgakov's The Master and Margarita
The Fresh Prince of Baudelaire
Banned at least 10 times. Don't give a fuck, going to keep saying what I want how I want to.
Eat meat. Drink water. Do cardio and burpees. The good life.
The Perks of Being a Wallflower.
Book was very personal to me in High School.
The Dark Tower series by Stephen King. His approach on the fantasy genre. It's like a mix of fantasy, western, sci-fi and horror.
Entertainment purposes:
Enders Game
Battlefield Earth
Non-entertainment:
The Road to Serfdom
Atlas Shrugged
Free To Choose: A Personal Statement
The Tempting of America
Animal Farm
Conan, all parts written by howard.
Stranger in a Strange Land - Heinlein
Jubal is my spirit animal.
The Fresh Prince of Baudelaire
Banned at least 10 times. Don't give a fuck, going to keep saying what I want how I want to.
Eat meat. Drink water. Do cardio and burpees. The good life.
-The Hobbit
-The Martian
-Sudoku 3* ('cause my brain hurts from 4* and up)
I'm not sure I could pick one book, but I've had favorite trilogies through my life.
I loved Harry Harrison's West of Eden series for the concept.
I love Timothy Zahn's Thrawn trilogy because it helped continue the movies.
I'd probably pick the Dragonlance Chronicles as my top though, because I love the setting, and they just flowed well for me.
Ten Little Niggers (Original 1939 edition) by Agatha Christie
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/And_Then_There_Were_None
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I liked the Eragon book series a lot. Granted I dont read that many books but I was thoroughly entertained through all 4 of those. I got started on A Song of Ice and Fire too last year, but I seldom read when not on a holiday so I only got through the first book and halfway through the second.
Lolita, probably. Or The Great Gatsby.
I can't decide really.
Reading Lolita is something I've always wanted to do. Yes, The Great Gatsby is amazing.
We walked through a high hallway into a bright rosy-colored space, fragilely bound into the house by French windows at either end. The windows were ajar and gleaming white against the fresh grass outside that seemed to grow a little way into the house. A breeze blew through the room, blew curtains in at one end and out the other like pale flags, twisting them up toward the frosted wedding-cake of the ceiling, and then rippled over the wine-colored rug, making a shadow on it as wind does on the sea.
The only completely stationary object in the room was an enormous couch on which two young women were buoyed up as though upon an anchored balloon. They were both in white, and their dresses were rippling and fluttering as if they had just been blown back in after a short flight around the house. I must have stood for a few moments listening to the whip and snap of the curtains and the groan of a picture on the wall. Then there was a boom as Tom Buchanan shut the rear windows and the caught wind died out about the room, and the curtains and the rugs and the two young women ballooned slowly to the floor.
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"This will be a fight against overwhelming odds from which survival cannot be expected. We will do what damage we can."
-- Capt. Copeland
I'd have to say Farenheit 451. Its one that stuck with me long after I finished reading it, some of Bradbury's predictions were eerily accurate.