I’ve found out about the Top 5 Wednesday group on Goodreads quite some time ago, and I always wanted to participate but never did… Now it’s the time to start doing it! Maybe not every Wednesday, but as often as I can. They have some very interesting ideas, just like this one.
So, here are the five books I’d like to re-read:
1. Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte.
I loved this book! I’ve already read it two times, but I feel the need to re-read it. And soon!
2. The Hunchback of Notre-Dame by Victor Hugo
I’ve read this book in college and it immediately became my favourite. And favourites have to be re-read. 😉 I don’t own a copy, though, but I’ll get it soon.
3. The Cemetery of Forgotten Books series by Carlos Ruiz Zafón
These books are so lovely, dark and cosy at the same time. I would definitely like to re-read them.
4. Just Kids by Patti Smith
An amazing book like this one has to be read many times!
5. Frankenstein by Mary Shelley
My all-time favourite, I’ll probaby read it many, many times more. 🙂 As you can see in the picture, the book is already very battered.
I hope I’ll have the time to actually read them all again in the near future. 😉
It’s day two of the tag! I would once again like to thank Nicole for tagging me! 🙂
Here are the rules for the tag:
- Thank the person who nominated you
- Post three different quotes in three consecutive days
- Nominate three new bloggers each day
And my today’s quote is from Just Kids, a great book by Patti Smith:
I learned from him that often contradiction is the clearest way to truth.
Today I nominate these wonderful bloggers: Lia, Erika and Emma. You are, of course, under no obligation to do the tag, but if you think it might be fun I’d love to hear the quotes you like. 🙂
…you could feel a vibration in the air, a sense of hastening. It had started with the moon, inaccessible poem that it was. Now men had walked upon it, rubber treads on a pearl of the gods. Perhaps it was an awareness of time passing, the last summer of the decade. Sometimes I just wanted to raise my hands and stop. But stop what? Maybe just growing up.
I’ve recently finished Just Kids by Patti Smith, a memoir about her youth and life with Robert Mapplethorpe. This book made me smile, but it mostly made me cry. I usually experience my emotions inwardly, but this time I actually cried. It’s a book about two people about my age, even younger, and what they have gone through in their search for artistic life is both sad and admirable. I can’t imagine experiencing everything that they did, and compared to theirs my life’s been quite easy. Still, I could understand them and sympathise with their story and emotional turmoils. Certain aspects of the story reflected some of the things I’ve been through, however far-fetched that might sound. Some doubts and questions they had are the same as those that I’ve often asked myself. It’s interesting to enter the mind of someone so different from you and still find traces of yourself. The experiences may be world apart, but emotions are always similar.
Obviously, it’s a book about art and artists. But even more so, it’s a book about life itself, about growing up, being happy and being hurt, about personal growth and maturing which never stops and can never be completed. It’s about finding yourself. It’s also about the ever-changing concepts of love and friendship which escape any definition. Life is complex and erratic, and this books portrays it beautifully. Life can get scary, and growing-up may seem unachievable or even unwelcome. At this point in my life, I realize that being an adult just means pretending to be one (and I admit I’m not good at it). No one truly grows up. It’ a process without end.
Everything distracted me, but most of all myself.