Same spiel, different list. Each book had to be vetted for enjoyment and quality. Great books I’m not crazy about were skipped and trashy books that I could read over and over again were dispensed with.
In no particular order and heavily annotated:
Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens: Can I just say how much I love that the quintessential rags to riches novel isn’t American? Dickens’ Realism is at a height here, providing backgrounds on all major players in the story. It never feels tired or slow. It’s truly a lovely novel to read.
The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood: Classify its genre however you want to. Atwood’s dystopic novel envisioning a future where women are categorized by abilities–pregnancy, housekeeper, trophy wife–is horrifying and enraging in the best way possible.
Heart-Shaped Box by Joe Hill: