So here is the list of books I read in 2010:
- A Self-Portrait in Letters by Anne Sexton
- The Hidden Diary of Marie Antoinette by Carolly Erickson
- Breakfast at Tiffany’s by Truman Capote
- Black Water by Joyce Carol Oates
- An Education by Lynn Barker
- A Memoir of Iris Murdoch by John Bayley
- I am Charlotte Simmons by Tom Wolfe
- My Life in France by Julia Child
- The Devil Wears Prada by Lauren Weisberger
- Eat Pray Love by Elizabeth Gilbert
- Bright Lights, Big City by Jay McInerney
- Little Children by Tom Perrotta
- Swimming Sweet Arrow by Maureen Gibbon
- On the Road by Jack Kerouac
- Writing Down the Bones by Natalie Goldberg
- The Sisterhood of Traveling Pants by Ann Brashares
- The Second Summer of the Sisterhood by Ann Brashares
- Girls in Pants by Ann Brashares
- Forever in Blue by Ann Brashares
- The Remains of the Day by Kazuo Ishiguro
- Flaubert's Parrot by Julian Barnes
- Gentlemen and Players By Joanne Harris
- Nesze neked Terézanyu by Rácz Zsuzsa
- Everyone Worth Knowing by Lauren Weisberger
- Sex and the City by Candance Bushnell
- Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov
- My Sister's Keeper by Joudi Picoult
- The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath
- Macskaköröm by Sohonyai Edit
- Szerelemlék by Sohonyai Edit
- Révfülöpi Nyár by Demény Ottó
- Mocsok Csillag by Sohonyai Edit
- Twilight by Sophie Meyer
- The Graduate by Charles Webb
- The Dying Animal by Philip Roth
- Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka
- Lipstick Jungle by Candance Bushnell
- The Reader by Bernhard Schlink
- The Book of Illusions by Paul Auster
- Brokeback Mountain by Annie Proulx
- Into the Wild by Jon Krakauer
- Diary of a Nobody by George Grossmith
- Sok hűhó Emmiért by Aszlányi Károly
- Aranyeső by Janikovszky Éva
- Asszony a fronton by Polcz Alaine
Again, I am not sure whether I have included everyhing? Still, not bad, not bad, I guess, but not too good either. I did not manage to complete my goal: to read one book per week, in fact, I missed it by 7 volumes... Never mind, I give it another try in 2011; hopefully this time I will be able to cross at least the great 50-book line. Anyway, what I loved the most was Gentlemen and Players without a doubt (what a twist in the plot!), I also utterly enjoyed Julia Child's memoir just as well as I did The Reader and Little Children. I am glad I finally gotten around reading the two great classics, On the Road and Lolita, neither one was an easy read, but it was definitely worth it, because I carried away so much from them, especially from Kerouac's book. I must also mention Bright Lights, Big City and Writing Down the Bones, since the former made a big influence on my writing and gave me a great idea regarding narration (meaning: how the narration will be in the novel I have in my head once I get down to it and write the darn thing), while Goldberg's book is very inspirational and gave me several good ideas on creative writing. I am rereading it and taking notes at the moment, I will probably write a post about it.
Most boring book of the year? Diary of a Nobody.
Worst book of the year? Twilight, without the slightest doubt.
I regret every single second I wasted on this rubbish that I would not even call a novel. I seriously do not get what hundreds of millions of teenagers (and so many sane adults!) like about it. It is written incredibly poorly, Meyer's style is unbearably annoying and sentimental, the narration is utterly boring (seriously, even my pathetic little diary is more interesting and has more action than this junk), not to mention that the ever so lame and extremely dumb plot (or that non-existent thing that Meyer presents as the plot) sucks every bit of blood *whoops* life (no pun intended!) out of you as you proceed through the book, and you cannot do anything better than cry out loud with your last breath as you finish the final sentence: "Thank God, I am done with this bulls*t!"
Hopefully, this year I will not bump into such rubbish as Twilight, but I will indulge in such marvelous pieces of literature as Gentleman and Players and On the Road.
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