Armchair Travel
Friday, October 31, 2008
Fun With Google
My Google ranking recently dropped to zero, I'm sad to say, but it illustrates a fundamental principle of search engines: the absolute ranking only gives you a comparison to other websites in a very general way. It cannot predict how your web address will fare on specific keyword searches.
For example, if you google 'Ike's Advice Unheeded' you will find a series of Armchair Travel entries that I hope people will read .
When I found out Eisenhower had opposed dropping the atom bomb on Japan, the French occupation of Vietnam and American involvement in Vietnam -- there's more than a million lives right there.
Then there's the entry where Ike said it would be disastrous for the US to become "an occupying power in a seething Arab world."
If we did, he says, "I'm sure we would soon regret it."
Those Eisenhower entries are still getting major traffic, which is nice, but I would just as soon people started taking Ike's advice. I'm ready with a new series, 'Ike's Advice Heeded".
I once wrote that if you look up intrepid solo women's travel in the dictionary, there should be a picture of Isabella Bird.
Well guess what? If you google intrepid solo women's travel - you don't even need to use quotation marks - your top entry will be one with a picture of Isabella Bird.
It's not hard to get a top on google. 'Back From Elko Full of Balloon Juice' or 'Benedict Arnold Saves the Day Twice' - that's easy.
But here's something I bet you didn't know. If you google naked nude orgy, at the top you'll get an Armchair Travel entry. If it doesn't work the first time, try using quotation marks. And don't be distracted by all those subsequent entries. ¶ 6:00 PM 0 comments
For example, if you google 'Ike's Advice Unheeded' you will find a series of Armchair Travel entries that I hope people will read .
When I found out Eisenhower had opposed dropping the atom bomb on Japan, the French occupation of Vietnam and American involvement in Vietnam -- there's more than a million lives right there.
Then there's the entry where Ike said it would be disastrous for the US to become "an occupying power in a seething Arab world."
If we did, he says, "I'm sure we would soon regret it."
Those Eisenhower entries are still getting major traffic, which is nice, but I would just as soon people started taking Ike's advice. I'm ready with a new series, 'Ike's Advice Heeded".
I once wrote that if you look up intrepid solo women's travel in the dictionary, there should be a picture of Isabella Bird.
Well guess what? If you google intrepid solo women's travel - you don't even need to use quotation marks - your top entry will be one with a picture of Isabella Bird.
It's not hard to get a top on google. 'Back From Elko Full of Balloon Juice' or 'Benedict Arnold Saves the Day Twice' - that's easy.
But here's something I bet you didn't know. If you google naked nude orgy, at the top you'll get an Armchair Travel entry. If it doesn't work the first time, try using quotation marks. And don't be distracted by all those subsequent entries. ¶ 6:00 PM 0 comments
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
The Day of Reckoning
This blog is dedicated to second hand books, but I confess I went to a bookstore and ordered The Limits to Power by Andrew Bacevich.
You may know him. He was the guy being interviewed on Bill Moyers on PBS saying our country was nearing a day of reckoning because of our profligate way of life, just before everything went crash bang boom.
This is really a most remarkable book -- hard to summarize in a blog, hard also to excerpt. There's just this unrelenting flow of reasoning. This is a book that was finished before the financial crisis began, but Bacevich has scripted the whole thing perfectly.
He is a scathing critic of the Us intervention in Iraq, and his patriotism is not open to question since his son was killed there and he himself served in Vietnam.
But he goes beyond criticism of the current administration to a fundamental questioning of the American Way of Life.
In order to preserve our idea of freedom, cheap stuff and cheap gas, he notes, we are obliged to project the power of empire, which we had always regarded as the antithesis of freedom. Oh well.
As a conservative, and a military man, he demonstrates how stupid it is to try to remake the world in our image.
He demonstates in a few paragraphs how US foreign policy has always been directed toward our own interest, while we have always deluded ourselves that it was some divine mission to spread freedom around the world.
He shows how this disastrous delusion has brought us to our present straits.
I'm a used book guy, but this is a new book that I hope everyone reads:
Limits to Power: The End of American Exceptionalism by Andrew Bacevich ¶ 6:57 PM 0 comments
You may know him. He was the guy being interviewed on Bill Moyers on PBS saying our country was nearing a day of reckoning because of our profligate way of life, just before everything went crash bang boom.
This is really a most remarkable book -- hard to summarize in a blog, hard also to excerpt. There's just this unrelenting flow of reasoning. This is a book that was finished before the financial crisis began, but Bacevich has scripted the whole thing perfectly.
He is a scathing critic of the Us intervention in Iraq, and his patriotism is not open to question since his son was killed there and he himself served in Vietnam.
But he goes beyond criticism of the current administration to a fundamental questioning of the American Way of Life.
In order to preserve our idea of freedom, cheap stuff and cheap gas, he notes, we are obliged to project the power of empire, which we had always regarded as the antithesis of freedom. Oh well.
As a conservative, and a military man, he demonstrates how stupid it is to try to remake the world in our image.
He demonstates in a few paragraphs how US foreign policy has always been directed toward our own interest, while we have always deluded ourselves that it was some divine mission to spread freedom around the world.
He shows how this disastrous delusion has brought us to our present straits.
I'm a used book guy, but this is a new book that I hope everyone reads:
Limits to Power: The End of American Exceptionalism by Andrew Bacevich ¶ 6:57 PM 0 comments
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Barna Upton's Journey Home
I buy lots of old editions of American Heritage. It's always interesting, and you often find really terrific stories.
I picked up June 1966 and found the letters home from Barna Upton, a young man from Charlemont who enlisted in the army in 1845 out of a "spirit of adventure and a desire to see the world." The letters were edited by William F. Goetzmann.
He writes from Governor's Island in New York and then from Lousiana, and when the Mexican War begins he fights in nearly every battle. His letters are used by military historians to reconstruct the battles.
When he first found himself in battle, he says, "I found it true what Uncle Latham used to say: that they shoot dreadful careless in battle. The balls were constantly hissing over our heads or mowing their way through the tall grass, and it was astonishing how few struck our ranks."
But I like the descriptions of everyday life in the army and the fondness that is so evident for his family and his home. He thanks them for the socks they send, tells them about his impressive mustaches, and answers his little sisters' questions about the war. And he's really one heck of a writer:
"This is a beautiful Sabbath morning: from orange groves I hear the music of "strange bright birds." The churchbells are chiming the hour of prayer, and the cowled priests, the sober citizens, and the dark-eyed signoras are passing on to confession.
"Everything is new and nature itself seems changed... It is lighter here and the sky is farther off. But after all I like New England the best. There's no place like home."
Barna fights bravely, and there's a moving scene after the first battle where he brings water to the wounded on both sides. But after three or four really bloody battles, he notices himself becoming numb to human suffering:
"I never was intended by nature for a soldier and I am astonished at the calmness and almost indifference which I experience now in walking over the battlefield. It is only when some shocking instance of mutilation meets my eye that I feel that sensation of horror which it is natural for anyone to feel on seeing hundreds of our fellow beings cut down instantly in the bloom of manhood and laying in heaps on every side."
Then comes the letter to his brother Elias from the City of Monterrey that gave me a tingle right down to my toes:
"I promised to make you a visit -- so now in imagination I will leave this bustling canvas city and go at once to your door. I knock! You open the door. You see before you a tall, good-looking chap with a suit of blue clothes on and little eagles stamped on his buttons. You will recognize at once your absent brother.
"Well now, put on your big coat and mittens and take a walk, for by the time this reaches you, it will be cold weather. Let us go into Gould Hollow and talk by the way of other times when we were boys together. A great many questions are asked and answered and we remind each other of a thousand little adventures and incidents that happened long ago..."
This rhapsody continues as they walk from his brother's house in Shelburne, "over the frozen hills to Rowe," to their family's house in Charlemont for a joyful reunion with their mother and father. "Here too I meet our little sisters and sing with them 'Home Sweet Home.'"
"I suppose the little plum trees in the west garden are big trees now."
He concludes: "But here I must take my leave of all and commence my journey over the Green Mountains, across the Hudson, over the Allegheny and the vast extent of hill and valley, plain and woodland, to the valley of the Mississippi, across that great river to the Sabine, over the prairies of Texas to the Rio Grande, and far into the interior of Mexico to rest on my little moss bed in the camp at Monterrey. Write to me often, direct to General Taylor's camp, Mexico."
Sadly Barna Upton was killed in the last charge of the war. In a letter he wrote shortly before he died, he writes, "I hope that I shall yet live to return to my Father's house, but if not, I hope to meet you all in Heaven. I am yours in haste, Barna Upton." ¶ 8:27 PM 0 comments
I picked up June 1966 and found the letters home from Barna Upton, a young man from Charlemont who enlisted in the army in 1845 out of a "spirit of adventure and a desire to see the world." The letters were edited by William F. Goetzmann.
He writes from Governor's Island in New York and then from Lousiana, and when the Mexican War begins he fights in nearly every battle. His letters are used by military historians to reconstruct the battles.
When he first found himself in battle, he says, "I found it true what Uncle Latham used to say: that they shoot dreadful careless in battle. The balls were constantly hissing over our heads or mowing their way through the tall grass, and it was astonishing how few struck our ranks."
But I like the descriptions of everyday life in the army and the fondness that is so evident for his family and his home. He thanks them for the socks they send, tells them about his impressive mustaches, and answers his little sisters' questions about the war. And he's really one heck of a writer:
"This is a beautiful Sabbath morning: from orange groves I hear the music of "strange bright birds." The churchbells are chiming the hour of prayer, and the cowled priests, the sober citizens, and the dark-eyed signoras are passing on to confession.
"Everything is new and nature itself seems changed... It is lighter here and the sky is farther off. But after all I like New England the best. There's no place like home."
Barna fights bravely, and there's a moving scene after the first battle where he brings water to the wounded on both sides. But after three or four really bloody battles, he notices himself becoming numb to human suffering:
"I never was intended by nature for a soldier and I am astonished at the calmness and almost indifference which I experience now in walking over the battlefield. It is only when some shocking instance of mutilation meets my eye that I feel that sensation of horror which it is natural for anyone to feel on seeing hundreds of our fellow beings cut down instantly in the bloom of manhood and laying in heaps on every side."
Then comes the letter to his brother Elias from the City of Monterrey that gave me a tingle right down to my toes:
"I promised to make you a visit -- so now in imagination I will leave this bustling canvas city and go at once to your door. I knock! You open the door. You see before you a tall, good-looking chap with a suit of blue clothes on and little eagles stamped on his buttons. You will recognize at once your absent brother.
"Well now, put on your big coat and mittens and take a walk, for by the time this reaches you, it will be cold weather. Let us go into Gould Hollow and talk by the way of other times when we were boys together. A great many questions are asked and answered and we remind each other of a thousand little adventures and incidents that happened long ago..."
This rhapsody continues as they walk from his brother's house in Shelburne, "over the frozen hills to Rowe," to their family's house in Charlemont for a joyful reunion with their mother and father. "Here too I meet our little sisters and sing with them 'Home Sweet Home.'"
"I suppose the little plum trees in the west garden are big trees now."
He concludes: "But here I must take my leave of all and commence my journey over the Green Mountains, across the Hudson, over the Allegheny and the vast extent of hill and valley, plain and woodland, to the valley of the Mississippi, across that great river to the Sabine, over the prairies of Texas to the Rio Grande, and far into the interior of Mexico to rest on my little moss bed in the camp at Monterrey. Write to me often, direct to General Taylor's camp, Mexico."
Sadly Barna Upton was killed in the last charge of the war. In a letter he wrote shortly before he died, he writes, "I hope that I shall yet live to return to my Father's house, but if not, I hope to meet you all in Heaven. I am yours in haste, Barna Upton." ¶ 8:27 PM 0 comments
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Lust of Possession Worketh Desolation
It's funny the tunes that pop into your head, especially if you were once a chorister as I was.
At a company I worked at there was a machine called the baler which the stockhandlers got assigned to. Whenever it was my turn, I would sing, "Baal we cry to thee! Baal we cry to thee!" part of a chorus from the Elijah where the priests of Baal are crying out to their god.
Sometimes I'll burst out in this grim snatch of The Messiah: "Crucify him! Crucify him! Release Brer Rabbit unto us! Release Brer Rabbit unto us!" We choristers actually sang the parts of the crowd that hollered for the death of Jesus.
I used to go riding with my junior friends from the Friends Program in New Hampshire with my friend Harry Butterworth, and on our rides, everyboy had to sing a song. I sang a snatch from some Bach cantata:
"Set in order thine house. Set in order thine house. For thou shalt dieyie for thou shalt dieyie and not remain, and not remain, and not remayayayain among the living."
Harry's wife Hope called it "the housewife's song."
I had a whole verse of a hymn run through my head today. I believe it's from "Turn Back O Man!" and I think it's very apt in relation to the recent financial news:
Lust of possession worketh desolation
There is no meekness in the sons of earth.
Led by no star, the rulers of the nations
Still fail to bring us to the blissful birth.
Then the big finish on the chorus:
Thy kingdom come, O Lord, thy will be done. ¶ 4:58 PM 0 comments
At a company I worked at there was a machine called the baler which the stockhandlers got assigned to. Whenever it was my turn, I would sing, "Baal we cry to thee! Baal we cry to thee!" part of a chorus from the Elijah where the priests of Baal are crying out to their god.
Sometimes I'll burst out in this grim snatch of The Messiah: "Crucify him! Crucify him! Release Brer Rabbit unto us! Release Brer Rabbit unto us!" We choristers actually sang the parts of the crowd that hollered for the death of Jesus.
I used to go riding with my junior friends from the Friends Program in New Hampshire with my friend Harry Butterworth, and on our rides, everyboy had to sing a song. I sang a snatch from some Bach cantata:
"Set in order thine house. Set in order thine house. For thou shalt dieyie for thou shalt dieyie and not remain, and not remain, and not remayayayain among the living."
Harry's wife Hope called it "the housewife's song."
I had a whole verse of a hymn run through my head today. I believe it's from "Turn Back O Man!" and I think it's very apt in relation to the recent financial news:
Lust of possession worketh desolation
There is no meekness in the sons of earth.
Led by no star, the rulers of the nations
Still fail to bring us to the blissful birth.
Then the big finish on the chorus:
Thy kingdom come, O Lord, thy will be done. ¶ 4:58 PM 0 comments
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Joy is Eternal - Second Draft
I cooked up this writing exercise the other night:
What if you learned that you would soon be no more and you wanted to pass along all the lessons you have learned about life to a young person you care about. What would you say (or write)?
Now I think posing a question like this confers an obligation to go first, and I did, in the wee hours of the morning, but I wasn't satisfied with my first stab, and I took it down, so here is a revised edition.
I thought it would be a great tag with Mridula's blog Travel Tales from India. Just ask two people to think about this and email me,
For me the reader/listener would be my daughter and I would forego listing all the particularized lessons I have learned by doing everything the dumb way. My story, if it has any value at all, is a cautionary tale.
But I have learned that there is a wellspring of joy that anyone can tap into that will remind them of what is great and good and wonderful in this life.
Even people who are dying have tapped into this wellspring. I think of my grandmother, who had the nurses in stitches, on the last day of her life, trying to name all five of Elizabeth Taylor's husbands. I'm not saying it's easy to find. I'm just saying it's there.
My theory is that every regret, every care, every sorrow, has a finite lifespan, while joy is eternal. This would be a theoretical explanation for the idea of heaven in so many world religions. The soul kind of makes its way free of the web of the world and drifts off blithely into space.
And then I guess I would be remiss if I didn't say, "Make friends with horses and dogs." ¶ 4:53 PM 2 comments
What if you learned that you would soon be no more and you wanted to pass along all the lessons you have learned about life to a young person you care about. What would you say (or write)?
Now I think posing a question like this confers an obligation to go first, and I did, in the wee hours of the morning, but I wasn't satisfied with my first stab, and I took it down, so here is a revised edition.
I thought it would be a great tag with Mridula's blog Travel Tales from India. Just ask two people to think about this and email me,
For me the reader/listener would be my daughter and I would forego listing all the particularized lessons I have learned by doing everything the dumb way. My story, if it has any value at all, is a cautionary tale.
But I have learned that there is a wellspring of joy that anyone can tap into that will remind them of what is great and good and wonderful in this life.
Even people who are dying have tapped into this wellspring. I think of my grandmother, who had the nurses in stitches, on the last day of her life, trying to name all five of Elizabeth Taylor's husbands. I'm not saying it's easy to find. I'm just saying it's there.
My theory is that every regret, every care, every sorrow, has a finite lifespan, while joy is eternal. This would be a theoretical explanation for the idea of heaven in so many world religions. The soul kind of makes its way free of the web of the world and drifts off blithely into space.
And then I guess I would be remiss if I didn't say, "Make friends with horses and dogs." ¶ 4:53 PM 2 comments
Monday, October 13, 2008
Joys and Concerns
I've been taking my mom to church on Sundays because she likes to sing the hymns, and it has brought back lots of childhood memories of singing in the the choir at St. Paul's Church in Dedham, Massachusetts.
The Congregational Church in South Deerfield is one of those beautiful historic structures, and I can imagine it packed with sturdy yeoman farmer families back in the 1700s.
It's not too packed now, of course. We never have any trouble finding a vacant pew.
Though small, the congregation is happy and welcoming, and one can tell there is a strong bond of community among them that goes back many years.
During the service, there's a time for people to share their joys and concerns. Last week a woman stood up and said her daughter had just celebrated her fifteenth birthday, which, she said, is "both a joy and a concern." ¶ 10:54 AM 0 comments
The Congregational Church in South Deerfield is one of those beautiful historic structures, and I can imagine it packed with sturdy yeoman farmer families back in the 1700s.
It's not too packed now, of course. We never have any trouble finding a vacant pew.
Though small, the congregation is happy and welcoming, and one can tell there is a strong bond of community among them that goes back many years.
During the service, there's a time for people to share their joys and concerns. Last week a woman stood up and said her daughter had just celebrated her fifteenth birthday, which, she said, is "both a joy and a concern." ¶ 10:54 AM 0 comments
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
Tag Sale Day in Deerfield
We had a real orgy of tag sales in Deerfield Saturday -- more than sixty!
It all started when my entrpreneur cousin Max, founder of the Deeerfield Attractions website, went to a town-wide tag sale in New Jersey and thought he would try out the idea up here.
The idea really caught on and people all over town decided to take the plunge and get rid of their old stuff. I think everyone is always on the verge of having a tag sale, so it just took a little nudge to push them over the edge.
There were a lot of neighbors meeting neighbors and everybody had a lot of fun. I heard quite a few people say they hope it turns into an annual event.
Just goes to show what a little creative energy can do.
This picture is of the tag sale held by the NOMAD volunteers, who got their name because they used to have meetings at the GoNOMAD Cafe. They are some energetic young people who go around the world doing good deeds. I invited them to write up their travels for GoNOMAD.com.
Tag sailing is a lot of fun for me and my mom, who made me bookish. I go in for books and records, tools and clothes. She goes for smarmy statuettes and plates with poems on them.
We get a lot of residual enjoyment out of it too, because I'll go by the next day and she'll say, "Look what I found!"
¶ 8:22 AM 0 comments
Monday, October 06, 2008
Mridula's Tag
I got this list from Mridula's award-winning blog Travel Tales From India. The idea is to bold the books you have read, italicize the ones you started but didn't finish and underline the ones you read in school.
The list reminded me of a lot of great books I haven't read yet.
Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell
Anna Karenina
Crime and Punishment
Catch-22
One Hundred Years of Solitude
Wuthering Heights
The Silmarillion
Life of Pi: a novel
The Name of the Rose
Don Quixote - plan to read
Moby Dick
Ulysses
Madame Bovary
The Odyssey - I love the blind Greek guy!
Pride and Prejudice
Jane Eyre
The Tale of Two Cities
The Brothers Karamazov - brilliant
Guns, Germs and Steel - I use this as a reference work. It's so long!
War and Peace
Vanity Fair
The Time Traveler's Wife
The Iliad
Emma
The Blind Assasin
The Kite Runner
Mrs. Dalloway
Great Expectations
American Gods
A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius
Atlas Shrugged
Reading Lolita in Tehran: A Memoir in Books
Memoirs of a Geisha
Middlesex
Quicksilver
Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West
The Canterbury Tales
The Historian: A Novel
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
Love in the Time of Cholera
Brave New World
The Fountainhead
Foucault's Pendulum
Middlemarch
Frankenstein
The Count of Monte Cristo - brilliant
Dracula
A Clockwork Orange
Anansi Boys
The Once and Future King
The Grapes of Wrath
The Poisonwood Bible
1984 - just bought this to read
Angels and Demons
Inferno
The Satanic Verses
Sense and Sensibility
The Picture of Dorian Gray
Mansfield Park
One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest
To the Lighthouse
Tess of the D'Urbervilles
Oliver Twist
Gulliver's Travels
Les Miserables
The Correction
The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time
Dune
The Prince - read parts of it
The Sound and the Fury - great (confusing, though)
Angela's Ashes: A Memoir - listened to it on tape
The God of Small Things
A People's History of the United States: 1492-present - read parts of it
Cryptonomicon
Neverwhere
A Confederacy of Dunces - great
A Short History of Nearly Everything
Dubliners - plan to read
The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Beloved
Slaughterhouse Five - great
The Scarlet Letter
Eats, Shoots and Leaves
The Mists of Avalon
Oryx and Crake
Collapse: How Societies Choose to Fail or Succeed
Cloud
Atlas
The Confusion
Lolita
Persuasion
Northanger Abbey
The Catcher in the Rye
On the Road
The Hunchback of Nortre Dame
Freakonomics
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: An Enquiry into Values
The Aeneid
Watership Down
Gravity's Rainbow - couldn't finish; loved his other two books V and Crying of Lot 49
The Hobbit
In Cold Blood: A True Account of a Multiple Murder and its Consequences
White Teeth
Treasure Island
David Copperfield
The Three Musketeers - great ¶ 9:08 AM 1 comments
The list reminded me of a lot of great books I haven't read yet.
Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell
Anna Karenina
Crime and Punishment
Catch-22
One Hundred Years of Solitude
Wuthering Heights
The Silmarillion
Life of Pi: a novel
The Name of the Rose
Don Quixote - plan to read
Moby Dick
Ulysses
Madame Bovary
The Odyssey - I love the blind Greek guy!
Pride and Prejudice
Jane Eyre
The Tale of Two Cities
The Brothers Karamazov - brilliant
Guns, Germs and Steel - I use this as a reference work. It's so long!
War and Peace
Vanity Fair
The Time Traveler's Wife
The Iliad
Emma
The Blind Assasin
The Kite Runner
Mrs. Dalloway
Great Expectations
American Gods
A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius
Atlas Shrugged
Reading Lolita in Tehran: A Memoir in Books
Memoirs of a Geisha
Middlesex
Quicksilver
Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West
The Canterbury Tales
The Historian: A Novel
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
Love in the Time of Cholera
Brave New World
The Fountainhead
Foucault's Pendulum
Middlemarch
Frankenstein
The Count of Monte Cristo - brilliant
Dracula
A Clockwork Orange
Anansi Boys
The Once and Future King
The Grapes of Wrath
The Poisonwood Bible
1984 - just bought this to read
Angels and Demons
Inferno
The Satanic Verses
Sense and Sensibility
The Picture of Dorian Gray
Mansfield Park
One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest
To the Lighthouse
Tess of the D'Urbervilles
Oliver Twist
Gulliver's Travels
Les Miserables
The Correction
The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time
Dune
The Prince - read parts of it
The Sound and the Fury - great (confusing, though)
Angela's Ashes: A Memoir - listened to it on tape
The God of Small Things
A People's History of the United States: 1492-present - read parts of it
Cryptonomicon
Neverwhere
A Confederacy of Dunces - great
A Short History of Nearly Everything
Dubliners - plan to read
The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Beloved
Slaughterhouse Five - great
The Scarlet Letter
Eats, Shoots and Leaves
The Mists of Avalon
Oryx and Crake
Collapse: How Societies Choose to Fail or Succeed
Cloud
Atlas
The Confusion
Lolita
Persuasion
Northanger Abbey
The Catcher in the Rye
On the Road
The Hunchback of Nortre Dame
Freakonomics
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: An Enquiry into Values
The Aeneid
Watership Down
Gravity's Rainbow - couldn't finish; loved his other two books V and Crying of Lot 49
The Hobbit
In Cold Blood: A True Account of a Multiple Murder and its Consequences
White Teeth
Treasure Island
David Copperfield
The Three Musketeers - great ¶ 9:08 AM 1 comments
