What is your favourite book?
Argh!! That question impossible to answer!
I can't just give ONE book!
There are too many books I have read and loved to chose just one!
My favourite book depends on my mood, day of the week, time of the year, what way the wind is blowing... You get the idea.
What further complicates the question is book series.
Seriously, how can anyone pick a single book out of an interconnected series?
For example; The Vampire Academy series by Richelle Mead, or HARRY freakin' POTTER!
Yes, each book has it's own story BUT it's the overarching story that captures the soul, and that is why "Harry Potter," "Vampire Academy," or anything along those lines are ONE story in my head and if either of them was on a favourites list (and both would be) then ALL the books that make up the story would have to count as one entry.
Too much thought for a simple question, perhaps? Not to me!
In the end I explained that I don't have one favourite book.
I've re-read Wuthering Heights every year as Autumn shifts into Winter since my first ever read of it in high school.
Books like The Nanny by Melissa Nathan or the I Heart series by Lindsey Kelk are comfort reads. They are the book equivalents of PJs and a comfy blanket. They encompass humour, heart and fluttery feel romance - they're basically a shot of happiness in 300+ pages. (However, the I Heart series is not like HP. I can read them as separate books and some stories I definitely like more than others...)
Early One Morning by Robert Ryan - Historical Fiction, WWII setting - is a book that's stayed with me for years despite never having re-read it (mostly from fear of it never being as wonderful as I remember it).
The Boudica Series by Manda Scott (M.C. Scott) is beautiful, haunting and utterly heartbreaking - it's one of those series that is definitely read like one book.
I read them back in Uni and they gave me the worst book hangover of my life. I felt like a basket case waiting on each book and after completion of the series I felt like a part of me would be forever broken by the bitter-sweet agony that is reading them.
I'm not even exaggerating. I have an almost Pavilion response to these books. Reading them = pleasure + soul crushing pain and mild to moderate depressive symptoms.
So, I don't re-read them often.
They sit on my bookshelf and I look at them and desperately want to re-read them, again and again, but it's not fair to those around me. The couple of times I have given into the temptation has resulted in the same level of devastation as the first time I read them. They emotionally WRECK you and it's not in a good way... But it's worth it. What an experience these books are.
It is a crime that they are not better known and appreciated. Beautifully written, they really do spirit you away to a different world and make you feel so much...
*One thing I can say with 100% certainty about the books I read is that I am a hardcore romance junkie of any genre and if a book has a bloody good romance going on then it's going to score lots of points with me. I'm drawn, in a big way, even in my non-romantic fiction choices to stories that have strong relationships not necessarily romantic ones.
A simple answer to a simple question? Definitely not but it is my answer! ☺
What answer do you give to this most annoying question?
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