Largely in chronological order of when I first read them,
this is a super eclectic list of the things I’ve not only read and loved, but
also managed to remember past the window of time when I first loved them.
Plenty of books I read as an undergraduate English major were loved in their
moment but long since forgotten…
Jane Eyre
(Charlotte Bronte)
Unequivocally
my favorite book. I re-read it every five years or so and I find something new
to love every time. Jane shaped my own life and undoubtedly Ella’s as well.
It’s a book with some of everything: a near-gothic plot, a roguish love story,
an odd but endearing heroine, gorgeous writing. I can’t imagine how Charlotte
Bronte accomplished this masterpiece of close, introspective writing so far
ahead of her time.
Cider House Rules
(John Irving)
This is a
favorite book of my teen years and I still think of it fondly. John Irving’s perfectly-balanced
plot is a model of how to construct one of these, and his premise and
characters are completely unique. To my mind, the things he does well he does
best in this book. (Also, the setting for the orphanage in the movie was the
abandoned state hospital for the insane that I lived near in Northampton, MA
for a number of years. Unfortunately torn down now, it was one of the coolest
settings ever.)
Possession (A.S.
Byatt)
This is
perhaps best suited to those with a strong literary bent, as it’s the story of
two scholars discovering a treasure trove of undiscovered documents. It’s so perfectly
well-done, though! Byatt’s creation of the treasure trove of poems and letters is
in itself a remarkable accomplishment. Add to that a decent mystery and love
story, and it’s a delicious read for those of us who like poetry and old
documents.
Country of the Pointed
Furs (Sarah Orne Jewett)
I’ve
counted this among my favorite books for many years but I confess that I
haven’t re-read it in ten or more years, and I wonder if I will love it quite
as well as I used to. Books are like that sometimes. Certainly I love the
setting of this one—the story of an herbalist on the coast of Maine. It’s not a page-turner, though. More
of a reflective meditation within a series of connected tales. And of course,
lovely writing.
Pride and Prejudice
(Jane Austen)
Seems trite
to even list this book. But certainly I have loved it. And Sense and Sensibility and Persuasion
are right up there…
The Sparrow (Mary
Doria Russell)
I didn’t
read a lot of fiction while in graduate school for plant biology, but among
what I did read, this was my favorite book. It’s written by another
scientist-cum-writer like me, and has a few of the same features, including a
highly intricate plot. Perhaps it’s the scientists in us that seek to unravel
complexity. I believe you’d categorize this as science fiction, which is not a
genre I typically read, but this one is so very good in so many ways that it
matters not at all. The characters are fascinating and memorable, the plot is
intriguing on many levels, and the resolution to the central mystery is
breathtaking. Quite an achievement. Also, it’s fitting but ironic to list this
just before the Lymond Chronicles, as I learned of Dorothy Dunnett from Mary
Doria Russell, another fan, and the recommendation launched me into a deep and
abiding passion for historical fiction (hence the irony).
The Lymond Chronicles
(Dorothy Dunnett)
Dorothy
Dunnett has had the single most profound influence on the writer I’ve become. I
went through a phase when I first moved to Vermont and my children were young that I
read nearly no other writer. This is possible because her books are so long. I
savored the six books of the Lymond Chronicles, then her one singleton retelling
of the Macbeth legend called King
Hereafter, and then made a valiant attempt to get through the eight books
of the Niccolo series. In the aftermath, I can only say that she remains larger
than life to me. Her facility with both language and storytelling have, to my
mind, no equal. And her erudite wit is unmatched. In fact I can hardly read her
these days because I grow too despairing of ever reaching a fraction of her
skill. That said, it seems to be a pattern that only about 2% of readers can
get through her books. The other 98% say, “this is too dang dense” and slam it
down. I’ve had this experience in recommending her to others, and I’ve heard
the same from others who love her books but can’t get anyone else to read
them—they’re too dense. If you look her up, though, you’ll see she has a small
but almost cultish following across the globe of people who worship her books.
The Lymond Chronicles is widely-considered her best work. The Niccolo series
gets bogged down in too much historical detail and an oddly-constructed plot
and few people finish them. King
Hereafter is quite good, though. If you happen to be in the 2% who can read
her books and you haven’t read them yet, I envy you!
Cold Mountain
(Charles Frazier)
Again, a
book so many people have read that I needn’t say much about it, but it has
everything I love in a book and more. It was another that helped launch me into
a career in writing historical fiction.
Gilead
(Marilynne Robinson)
I don’t
read a lot of literary fiction because I typically find it too slow. I’m all
for character-driven plots, but the plot needs to have some motion to keep me
going. Beautiful writing alone isn’t enough. That said, a literary novel about
an Iowa
minister holds no obvious appeal for me, however I had loved her earlier book Housekeeping so I was disposed to read
this one. To my shock I read it once and then started over to read it again. I
NEVER do that. Gilead
completely blew me away as a near-perfect book. It has just as much story as it
needs, the driving voice of a man you cannot help but love, and Marilyn
Robinson’s signature exquisite writing that, when she nails it, brings tears to
your eyes. Or at least it does for me. What especially made this one
transcendent for me was the love between the characters. Where Housekeeping is
just as gorgeously written, in the end the characters are unconnected, alone
and cold. In Gilead,
the voice of the humble minister is ennobled by his love and worry for his wife
and child, making of him an unlikely but warmly engaging hero. I can’t do any
justice to this book in talking of it. It simply must be read.
The Poisonwood Bible
(Barbara Kingsolver)
I’m not as
much a dedicated fan of Barbara Kingsolver as many people I know, but I did
completely love this book. It reads like a classic magnum opus, every word
sure-footed and solid, flowing along as if unfolding. I plan to read it again.
Middlesex
(Geoffrey Eugenides)
Again, a
book that seems effortless but is clearly the result of remarkable vision and
powerful tenacity. Each piece fits neatly into the next slot, which has been
built under your nose while you weren’t looking. This one does it all right.
Shadow of the Wind
(Carlos Ruiz Zafon)
I have a
soft spot for stories about books. In this one, everything about the search for
the mysterious sole surviving copy of a book by an enigmatic author who lurks
at the edge of the story is pure candy to me. The entire setting is like the
best haunted house you might ever be able to imagine. One with a dusty library
full of books that harbor all kinds of wonderful secrets. Usually these kinds
of novels about books are strong on set-up but then fail to follow through. And
in truth that’s kind of what happens in other of Zafon’s books I’ve tried to
read. But in this one book, he utterly and completely nails it. It’s a purely
delightful read. Most everyone who likes the smell of books will like this one.
The Harry Potter
series (J.K. Rowling)
I think
these are brilliant, especially for the humor and complex plotting.
The Hunger Games
series (Suzanne Collins)
Likewise, I
think these are brilliant, especially for the pacing and character depth.
The Book Thief
(Markus Zusak)
Most people
have read this so I won’t say much about it, other than I loved it and thought
it did so many delicate things really well. As soon as I finished it I told
everyone I saw to read it. I only do that once every five years or so.
A Soldier of the Great
War (Mark Helprin)
Mark
Helprin is a real writer’s writer, whatever that means. I think it means he
tries really hard things in his writing and more often than not, he pulls them
off. When he pulls them off especially well, it’s astounding. That’s what I
think of A Soldier of the Great War,
a book I completely adored and plan to read again. Not only is it a great read
with a stellar main character, it’s a great primer on Word War I, a period I
continue to wish to study more than I actually study it. Also, it’s worth
mentioning that if you like short stories, Mark Helprin writes brilliant ones. He has several
collections.
A Light Between Oceans
(M.L. Stedman)
My husband
and I both completely enjoyed this book and I think it’s probably the best book
I’ve read in 2013. It surprised us in many ways, and was vivid and compelling
throughout. It has a completely unusual setting and an engaging
premise—especially for those of us with kids. I have one complaint about the
ending but it’s relatively minor and I won’t say anything more for fear of
spoilage.