Here is Fiction L-N. I wish I had a snazzier introduction for it than that, but sometimes honesty is the best policy.
Books on these shelves I have not read:
Shelf 1. Most of the C.S. Lewis nonfiction, excepting The Screwtape Letters and Mere Christianity, each of which I’ve read twice to make up for the fact that I’m probably never going to get to The Abolition of Man. I’ve also not read Christopher Logue’s War Music, which is a retelling of some parts of The Iliad. I also haven’t read The George MacDonald Treasury, can’t remember how long I’ve had it, and have no memory of buying or receiving it. I haven’t read The Last Legion by Valerio Massimo Manfredi; it’s one of my husband’s books. Nor have I made it through the entirety of either The Mabinogion or Le Morte Darthur, though I’ve been through bits of both. I haven’t read A Year in the World, travel essays by Frances Mayes, and am thinking of reselling it. I haven’t read either of Frank McCourt’s books, though they’re on the reading list. And lastly, which should come as no surprise, I haven’t read and don’t plan to read Moby Dick. I’m not sure why I own it. It’s probably my husband’s fault again.
Shelf 2. I bought The Emperor’s Children by Claire Messud when it first came out, have picked it up several times…but put it inexplicably back. And that’s all!
See? I’ve done ever so much better with reading Lois Lowry and Robin McKinley and China Mieville and Steven Millhauser and David Mitchell and Audrey Niffenegger. That first list was starting to make me look bad (my tastes shy away from nonfiction and select historical epics), but I think I redeemed myself with the second.
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