When I go to someone’s home, I always like to see what’s on the bookshelf. (If there is one, of course. If there isn’t, I may never return.) So I was delighted to stumble across this quotation from the French author François Muriac:
‘Tell me what you read and I’ll tell you who you are’ is true enough, but I’d know you better if you told me what you reread.
You’ll know me better, then, if I say that if I had to choose my eight Desert Island books, these would probably be the ones. Quickly chosen, with no concern over whether they’re great literature or will impress anyone. Feel free to comment with yours.
A Town Like Alice Nevil Shute
How Green Was My Valley Richard Llewellyn
Lord of the Rings JRR Tolkien
Pride and Prejudice Jane Austen
The Dark is Rising Susan Cooper
The Jungle Book Rudyard Kipling
Time Enough for Love Robert Heinlein
Wind in the Willows Kenneth Grahame
Obviously I get the Bible and the complete works of Shakespeare too. So I’d ask if I could swap the Bible for Republican Party Reptile by PJ O’Rourke, a trade that I venture to suggest has never been done before.