Autobibliography

Inspired by a post from David Auerbach, I've listed out (to the best of my admittedly unreliable recollection), the books that have meant the most to me, year by year, through my life thus far. I'd like to expand this into a series of short essays, so as to explain a little about each choice and why it mattered to me at the time. I doubled up on a few, especially between the ages of 19 and 23, when I read like a demon. Anyhow, here they are:






Pat the Bunny
The Happy Man and His Dump Truck
Animals of Buttercup Farm
Where the Wild Things Are, by Maurice Sendak
Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer
Andrew Lang Fairy Books / The Nutcracker
Pippi Longstocking, by Astrid Lindgren
The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe, by C S Lewis
The Witches, By Roald Dahl
The Book of Three, by Lloyd Alexander
Jurassic Park, by Michael Crichton
The Phantom of the Opera, by Gaston Leroux
The Hunchback of Notre Dame, by Victor Hugo
The Count of Monte Cristo, by Alexander Dumas
Hamlet, by William Shakespeare
Wuthering Heights, by Emily Bronte
The Brothers Karamazov, by Fyodor Dostoyevsky
Don Quixote, by Miguel de Cervantes
Tanakh / Peer Gynt, by Henrik Ibsen
The Canterbury Tales, by Geoffrey Chaucer / Stories by Franz Kafka
Poems of Shelley / Illuminated Books of William Blake
Remembrance of Things Past, by Marcel Proust / Ulysses, by James Joyce
Essays, by Ralph Waldo Emerson / Finnegans Wake, by James Joyce
Alone with the Alone: Creative Imagination and the Sufism of Ibn al 'Arabi, by Henry Corbin
Orlando Furioso, by Ludovico Ariosto
The Bloody Chamber, by Angela Carter
Don Juan, by Byron
Poems, by Fernando Pessoa, et. al. (so far; still have six months and two days to go)