Memoirs of a Geisha
The Day The World Screamed
anything Discworld
Brave New World
After Many a Summer
1984
Lord of the Rings (all of it)
The Hobbit
Norwegian Wood
The Raven (not a book i know...)
Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy Trilogy in Four Parts
The Long Dark Teatime Of the Soul
Of Mice and Men/The Red Pony - i won't choose, you can't make me.
The Wasp Factory
Life of Pi (though i don't like the author's other stuff much)

My most precious books are actually my Oxford English Dictionary and Thesaurus. They're not the biggest size, but the next one down. DP bought me them last Christmas. I love the language.

The only book i ever *hated* was America Psycho. My sister asked to borrow it after i'd read it and i was so disgusted by it that i put it into a public waste bin (throwing books away is almost like murder to me - a BIG no no, which shows how much i disliked it) and told her i'd lost it. It is a revolting example of post-modern pseudo-intellectual pornographic trash. Brett Easton Ellis should be ashamed of himself. In attempting to reveal the dangerous shallowness of society he has shown only the pitiful degradation of his own Self.

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