Reading. It was one of my least favorite activites in school. Well, reading for class, that is. It was rare that an assigned book appealed to me. I think it's partly due to my ornery nature - not liking having to read something I didn't pick on a schedule I didn't make - but mostly due to my immaturity at the time. I've come to the conclusion that many of the books assigned in English class (at least in advanced level, yes I was in advanced level English) are a waste of time for most people at that age. It is only now in my late 20s that I appreciate fine literature. Back then I'd rather have read pulp sci-fi, and often did, at the cost of my grade point average.

And now I find myself gravitated towards well-written, challenging works of literature, often the very same books that were mandated in school. On top of that, I've been compelled at times to read something twice in a row, a suggestion made by English teachers - but who did that?

Matt's library

The Travels
by Marco Polo

Don Quixote
by Miguel de Cervantes

Invisible Cities
by Italo Calvino

The Republic
by Plato

The Odyssey
by Homer

The Iliad
by Homer

Gravity's Rainbow
by Thomas Pynchon

Istanbul: Memories and the City
by Orhan Pamuk

A Game of Thrones
by George R R Martin

The Decameron
by Giovanni Boccaccio

The Mysterious Flame of Queen Loana
by Umberto Eco

by Jorge Luis Borges

by Herman Melville

The Maine Woods
by Henry David Thoreau

The Name of the Rose
by Umberto Eco

Shadows of the Pomegranate Tree
by Tariq Ali

War and Peace
by Leo Tolstoy

by Umberto Eco

The Island of the Day Before
by Umberto Eco