|Yikes! I own only 8 of them!|
But if someone asks me about my 10 favorite books, then I can get
all relaxed and happy and I start spooling them off. There’s so much less
pressure with a top 10 list.
start to think about it. Is this list balanced? Does this list represent me? (Is
it even actually meant to?) Why is there so much nonfiction? And so much testosterone?
becomes a labored thing.
completely perfect. And very much a changing thing. (If you ask me tomorrow,
I’d make a substitution, sure as day).
by Norman Maclean
All the President’s Men by Carl Bernstein and Bob Woodward
Apprentice by Laurie R. King
10! (Or top 5. Or top 20…)