Posted by Lanea on Tuesday, August 31st, 2010
I am in! I am all the way in. I have sooooo many books, and some of them have been traveling with me through life for too long without being read.
12 Books, 12 Months Challenge
- Pick 12 titles from your To Read Pile. These should be titles you currently own in whatever format you prefer.
- Acquisition of other formats or translations is permitted. So, if you have a paperback but want an audiobook, you can get one. If you have a library copy but want to buy your own, that’s kosher. Heck, if you own a copy and want to check another out from the library, I’m not gonna stop you. (I edited this rule to suit me a bit more.)
- Post your list in your public space of choice by September 1, 2010. If you prefer not to post, you can just leave a comment with your list.
- Read all 12 titles between now and September 5, 2011. Might as well tack on an extra long weekend at the end for cramming.
- When you finish a title on your list, post about it in your public space of choice. If you prefer not to post, you can just leave a comment with your review.
- Once a month, I’ll post a round-up of the reviews posted from that month so that we all know what everyone else has read.
Here is my list, including a 13th book, just in case one of these is too crazy-making to finish. I’ll read them in whatever order I choose on a whim, trying not to save the most difficult to get through for the end:
1. Let Us Now Praise Famous Men by James Agee. I read about half of this during my Senior year of college, but lost it mid-read, which is very unusual for me. I then found that a “friend” had borrowed it from my coffee table without asking even though he knew I was reading it . . . got the book back, stopped knowing him, and waited a while to cool off. I picked it up again during grad school, but that was the semester of my Joyce Ulysses seminar, which required me to read that fantastic novel over and over again, and multiple translation-based classes, so poor Agee was abandoned again.
2. Possession: A Romance by A.S. Byatt. I have no concept of how many people have told me I’d love this book. It was another victim of my insane grad school reading and translation schedule. I brought it to campus, started reading between classes, realized it was about academia and obsession, and picked up a City Paper instead.
3. A Mercy: A Novel by Toni Morrison. I’m not sure why I haven’t read this yet. It’s one of only two books I gave myself permission to buy during that wacky year of no book purchases. I did get on the waiting list for the audiobook at the library, but never got it.
4. London Fields by Martin Amis. I bought a used copy sometime in the 90s, knew I should read it and would probably like it, and passed it over for no good reason over and over again.
5. The Song of the Lark by Willa Cather. I love her! Why haven’t I read this? Now I want to read it first.
6. Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad. I’ve read too much Eliot and seen Apocalypse Now too many times to have never read this.
7. Wild Decembers by Edna O’Brien. I love her. Nuff said.
8. The Good Brother by Chris Offutt. Offutt is one of my absolute favorite writers. I think I’ve been saving this book up, because now that Offutt is doing a lot of script writing, he’s not putting books out fast enough to keep me sated. Instead, I shall finish reading all of his published works, and then perhaps I shall stalk him, in a readerly way, begging him to go back to writing books.
11. Set This House in Order: A Romance of Souls by Matt Ruff. I started this just last week and set it down in favor of something lighter. “Something lighter” has been monopolizing my bedside table for long enough, already. I’m a freaking scholar! Sheesh, me . . .
12. At Swim Two Birds by Flann O’Brien. I started reading this last spring, right around the time I had that vocal chord hemorrhage. I even explained some of the backgroound mythology to a friend who coincidentally picked it up around the same time. And then I took a rain check, because cancer sucks and work is hard.
13. Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius by Dave Eggers. I think this got too many hipster stamps, which turned me off. But, hey presto, that’s not Eggers’ fault.