Thanks For The Tag, Rue! Here Are Some Of My Favourite Books:

Thanks for the tag, Rue! Here are some of my favourite books:

The Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo

The Bear and the Nightingale by Katherine Arden

Mahabharata by Soma Guha

Black Beauty by Anna Sewell

How to Train Your Dragon series by Cressida Cowell

Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

The Maratha Century by Uday S. Kulkarni

Body of Stars by Laura Maylene Walter

Robinson Crusoe by Daniel Defoe

Tagging: @arandomuser17, @atbondolas, @erinye and @methpring

No pressure though! :D

I've been thinking about books a lot. I always tell people I don't have a favorite, or even a handful of favorites, but now I think that my favorites must be the ones I continue to think about the most. So here are the 10 books that have stuck with me the most, in no particular order:

The Song of Achilles by Madeleine Miller

The Historian by Elizabeth Kostova

Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte

Uprooted by Naomi Novik

Kindred by Octavia Butler

Wolf Hall & Bring up the Bodies by Hilary Mantel

Doomsday Book by Connie Willis

Tell the Wolves I'm Home by Carol Rifka Brunt

Salvage the Bones by Jesmyn Ward

The Only Good Indians by Stephen Graham Jones

I would really love to hear about everyone else's top 10! Tagging @glassprism @bogglebabbles @jennyfair7 @forestscribe4 @pianomanblaine @a-partofthenarrative @les-gnossiennes-fantomatiques @emotionalmotionsicknessxx @meilas and anyone else who would like to participate, but no pressure!!

Books that explore the intricacies of the human psyche are my jam. I love reading books that contain passages so deep and understanding of the way you tick that you have to put the book down and breathe for a moment because mere ink from the pen of a person who lived and died centuries before you just ripped your innards out for all the world to gaze at

Me when I see the moon: That's a nice boulder, I like that boulder

Oh, to be a cryptid somewhere between 'eldritch horror with too many eyes to count' and 'ethereal being composed of constellations and moonlight' who lives deep in the woods in an old and abandoned library

"Love is what makes us human" Wrong, my ability to write poetry about the moon is what makes me human

Thinking of Alyosha Karamazov as an angel of death; powerless to stop the tragedies around him yet continually a witness of them, a voice that echoes messages and communicates anguish between people, a healthy, red- cheeked face in a sea of yellowish sickly faces, like a beautiful vision during feverish delirium, living in and out of the world, a visitor during inevitably fatal times that nobody dares to drive out.