I’ve Been Book-Tagged
I have been book-tagged! See the link for further explanation, but basically the gist of it is that I have to answer a little questionaire about my reading habits of late. I don’t have to—nobody’s putting a gun to my head—but I think it’s a nifty little thingamajig, so I’m going to do it.
1. Total Number of Books I’ve Owned:
I own far more books than I’ve read. The number of books I’ve owned and the number of books I currently own are essentially the same, as I never throw a damn thing out. The number of books I own is rivaled only by the number of CDs I own and the number of comic books I own, which, come to think of it, should also be counted as books. So, I own a lot.
2. Last Book I Bought:
I believe it was Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides. I’ve almost bought The Making of Star Wars, Episode III - Revenge of the Sith about a dozen times, including yesterday, but my current financial situation forces me to contemplate buying every item I buy at least two dozen times before buying it.
That has nothing to do with the question, but I thought you should know.
3. Last Book I Read:
The last book I read from beginning to end was Revolutionary Road by Richard Yates. The last book I read any part of was William Trevor’s After Rain. That was this morning. I only read one story from it, though. It was the story, “The Piano Tuner’s Wives,” which will be a required reading for the seminar I’m giving at the end of June.
4. Five Books That Mean A Lot To Me:
I’m sick of finding Amazon links, so you’re on your own with these. Here are five, picked randomly, in no particular order:
Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides… because it’s a family epic for the 21st century… because it traces the path through a family’s DNA of a single faulty gene… because it’s funny, disturbing, and insightful all at the same time.
Johnny Got His Gun by Dalton Trumbo… because it’s one of the only books I read all the way through in high school… because it was powerful enough and frightening enough to put me back into therapy
Harry Potter and the Sorceror’s Stone... because it proved that, given an interesting tale, kids, and many grown-ups, actually will read, thereby giving struggling authors like me hope of an audience when something of theirs finally finds its way out of the slush pile
Belinda by Anne Rice (writing as Anne Rampling)... because it proves she can write about something other than vampires… because it proves that she’s better at writing about non-vampiric things than vampiric things… because it is a shameless Lolita knock-off, to a certain extent
Those Little Bastads by E. Christopher Clark… because it’s got my name on the spine
5. Tag five people and have them do this on their blog:
- Beth the Bassist
- Yuji (can’t remember his LJ at the moment)
- Andy (because it’s about time he updated his page)
- Tori, whose blog I have linked at home but don’t remember the address to