Top Ten Most Intimidating Books
Top Ten Tuesday hosted by The Broke and the Bookish is one of those memes I’ve been considering participating in. Unconveniently I already post a review on Tuesday, and two posts just seem a bit too much. It would work a lot better on Friday – so that’s what I’ll do! Every week I will choose one of the topics from the Top Ten Tuesday list over at The Broke and the Bookish’s blog and present to you guys my top ten. I will kick the feature off with my Top Ten Most Intimidating Books.
- War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy – Have you seen the size of this thing? It’s massive! Plus I’ve never read anything by a Russian author yet, which makes it even more scary. I hope to be able to give it a try later this year though.
- Wise Man’s Fear by Patrick Rothfuss – The thing is, I loved The Name of the Wind. But when I ordered this baby I saw that it was much, much, MUCH bigger than its younger brother. I’m just afraid it won’t live up to my expectations, and that it’ll be long and dull.
- Ulysses by James Joyce – This book is mandatory reading for one of next year’s classes. Oh lord. I scanned through the first page and didn’t understand a word of what that guy was saying. That’s gonna be fun.
- The Omen Machine by Terry Goodkind – The problem with this book actually isn’t the size, even though it is a big book. I loved the first eleven parts of the series, and The Omen Machine is the only book I haven’t read yet. Gulp. Will it be a worthy conclusion to the series?
- Anything by William Shakespeare – I like to think that my English is pretty damn great, but when I read Shakespeare I feel like I’m listening to someone babble on in French. Because just like in French, I understand about one in every three sentences.
- The Fault in Our Stars by John Green – This book is loved an revered by everyone in the book blogging community. It doesn’t sound like a great book at all to me, and I’ll probably won’t like it. I’m scared to read it, because I’ll have to give it a low star rating, after which people will come after me with pitchforks.
- Daggerspell by Katharine Kerr – I’ve read the first two books of the series because they were in my library, but I’m a bit scared to buy the rest. The series is just so long! Once a series passes the ten-book mark you’re making quite a commitment following it through.
- Fantasy Lover by Sherrilyn Kenyon – Another huuugely long series. It currently encompasses twenty-two books. Holy shrimp. But they do sound wonderful, so maybe someday.
- The Archaeology of Knowledge & The Discourse on Language by Michel Foucault – Foucault is the bane of my academic existence. I have to reread his essays at least three times before I even begin to understand what he’s getting at.
- Swann’s Way by Marcel Proust – This is the first part of seven volumes of one huge-ass book. Not only its length, but also its subject matter (memory and lost time) are intimidating as hell.