Thanks to Nevillegirl for giving me this idea.
Books are a lot like dogs, except not at all. Books are a lot like candy though, except not really. The point is, I like books. Books are cool. The most technologically efficient machine that man has ever invented was a book, according to Northrop Frye.
So I decided to make a list of my top ten favorite books I’ve ever read under the assumption that you people would find it interesting and comment saying stuff like, “Gee, I too love that book too. High five?” Also, don’t be one of those annoying people who comment: “You forgot [insert favorite book here].” No, chances are, if I consider a book to be in my top ten favorite books, I wouldn’t just forget about it after spending over a week (yes, a week) making a double post about my top ten favorite books. I probably either a.) don’t like the book nearly as much as you, b.) am saving it for the next post, or c.) have yet to read it.
10.) Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, by J.K. Rowling
Easily the best of the HP series (and I loved all the books), this book features a timey-wimey resolution, Hermione punching Draco in the face, the introduction of Sirius, and Lupin: The Coolest Werewolf in the History of Ever™. Plus, the series finally starts to get noticeably darker, but not too dark; otherwise we wouldn’t be able to read the words on the paper.
Besides all of the things mentioned above, I think the reason this particular book stands above the rest is because it’s so tightly plotted. The first book spent the first hundred pages just introducing Harry to this weird world of magic. The second book sort of stumbled around in the beginning. The fourth book had a glaring plot hole that could have been explained away with one line. The fifth book was bogged down with one or two unnecessary subplots, the sixth book was really just a setup for the seventh, and about twenty pages from the Deathly Hallows should have been cut out. The third book was perfect in my eyes. Just about every scene served to progress the plot. Every big twist (and there were many) was foreshadowed well. Also, as I’ve already mentioned, Hermione punches Draco in the face! Click here to watch it over and over again.
Plus this was the only book in which
Voldemort He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was not the main villain, which made for a refreshing change of pace.
9: “The Running Man,” by Richard Bachman.
Not sure who Richard Bachman is? Well, he’s actually Stephen King, who was pretending to be Richard Bachman. And I’m pretending to be Stephen King. But you’re not supposed to figure that out yet so… I’ll just carry on.
The Running Man is pretty much The Hunger Games’ crazy uncle. The main character (Ben Richards), after needing money to help his sick daughter, signs up to take part in a reality game in which he’s considered a criminals, and the brainwashed citizens of 2025 America receive a reward for catching/killing him. He’s on the run for 30 days, but the longest anyone on the show has lasted was eight.
This book manages to be even darker than The Hunger Games. It’s bleak, doesn’t have any love triangles (thank god) contains a whole lot of social satire, and just like The Hunger Games, you’ll find yourself reading the whole book until two in the morning on a school night and not regret a thing the next morning.
This book was written in the eighties, back before most reality TV shows became popular. Some of the things in this novel are frighteningly similar to things that happen today.
Also, DO NOT READ THE INTRODUCTION. Silly Stephen King tells you exactly how the book ends, and this is the type of book that strives on its twists and turns. Not your smartest move, King.
8: The Lord of the Rings, by J.R.R. Tolkien (the whole thing since it’s technically just one big book)
I used to hate this novel, mostly because of the long descriptions, the slow-moving plot and all the long, hard to pronounce names that are almost impossible to keep track of. I was never able to get past the first book.
Then one day, I sat down and said to myself, “Okay, you have to finish this book, so you could understand all the references your fellow blogger pals make,” and then my teacher said, “Matt, stop talking during the test. And put that book away!”
And then I read it again, and it was actually good. Sure it’s slow moving, and sure it could use some editing, but the moment “Strider” was introduced was the moment I realized I might actually be willing to read the whole thing. And I did. And it was awesome.
7: “The Shining,” by Stephen King
This was by far the scariest book I’ve ever read. There was a joke on the show Friends below that perfectly summed up how I feel about Stephen King’s best psychological thriller.
Also, don’t you dare say the movie was better than the book, because the movie was awful in comparison. In the book, Jack was actually a complex character. He was a nice guy who struggle from alcoholism and a bad past, and just wanted the best for his family, and then as the book progresses he slowly starts to lost his mind, and it’s sad cause you just want all the characters to get a happy ending. In the movie, Jack’s character arc is to go from a slightly psychotic guy to an even more psychotic guy. Not nearly as interesting, especially since the “Insane crazy guy,” is the only role Jack Nicholson ever seems to play. Meanwhile, Wendy, who was such a strong character in the book, is now a complete idiot/wimp and Danny’s annoying as hell (that only thing worse than his annoying Toby voice was the obnoxiously loud screeching sound that kept playing throughout the movie).
Sorry for going off topic. The point is, the book’s is amazing. Plus, Stephen King came up with the basic idea for the weeping angels about thirty years before they were first used in Doctor Who. That guy’s less of a writer and more of a prophet, I tell you.
6: To Kill a Mockingbird. by Harper Lee
I was surprised by how good this book was, since my school has a tendency to assign us with godawful books for summer reading. This was the best book I’ve read since American Gods, which I read directly before it. The writing was beautiful, and I loved all the main characters except Aunt Alexandria and Bob Ewell, who I’m pretty sure I wasn’t supposed to like anyway.
The message of this book was mad powerful (that’s right, I’m bringing “mad” back mostly because I can), and the characters, especially Dill and Atticus, will stick with me for a long time.
Because this post is already way too long, I will write a second part to this post tomorrow. Or the next day, if I’m too busy.
(If you see any typos,, like the double comma in this sentence, please inform me right away. I have a sneaking suspicion that there is a giant typo in this post, but I can’t seem to find it.)