I was tagged by humanlovesfreckles
Rules: In a text post, list ten books that have stayed with you in some way. Don’t take but a few minutes, and don’t think too hard — they don’t have to be the “right” or “great” works, just the ones that have touched you. Tag [ten] friends, including me, so I’ll see your list. Make sure you let your friends know you’ve tagged them.
Thank you for reminding me that I never did any of these things when I was tagged, so I'll start with this one because it seems pretty easy. Well, easy... actually, it's hard for me because I stopped reading a few years ago -yes, it's sad, but I've lost my ability to focus more than 5 minutes on a piece of paper, one of the reasons I'm failing at school but whatever-.
The Lord of the Rings, J.R.R. Tolkien. First book I remember reading, I was so young I didn't understand shit of what I was reading, so I read it like 3 times.
The Hobbit, J.R.R. Tolkien.
Assassin's Apprentice, Robin Hobb. The first book that made me fall in love with books. I was in tears at the end, like, I couldn't stop crying for a few days.
Druss the Legend, David Gemmell. I cried for 34 years at the end. I was a fucking mess. Fell in love with the characters like I fell in love with Fitz in Assassin's Apprentice.
Legend, David Gemmell. Read the saga backwards, started with Druss and ended with Legend, so the end just broke me. No spoilers.
Quest for Lost Heroes, David Gemmell. First book where there were other than het people that I remember. Two warriors, Finn and Maggrig. I remember thinking, 'the way they act together, wow, it's like they're in love". I was young and didn't really understand that kind of thing, nobody ever told me there were other sexualities than het. But I got it on my own, by reading and reading again the few sentences where Finn and Maggrig were involved. It was a gentle and tragic relationship, so of course I fucking cried at the end -not the end of the book-.
Waylander, David Gemmell.
Gagner la guerre, Jean-Philippe Jaworski.
Wastburg, Cédric Ferrand.
Animal Farm, George Orwell.
I won't bore you with my shit anymore.
