On My Bookshelf, No. 2
I have what builders call a “plant shelf” in my master bedroom. When my husband and I first moved into our home thirteen years ago, I had no idea what to put on that shelf. I tried some leftover wedding flowers and random plants, but it didn’t look good at all. As I began collecting books, because I finally had a place to store them, I realized that they would look good on this plant shelf.
For the next few months, I’m going to share with you the titles of the books that are on this plant shelf, ten at a time. On it, I keep books that I’ve read and liked more than other books. (You could even say that most of these are favorites.) I find their presence there comforting. I recognize them, even without being able to see the type, from their colors and heights and placement. They are my friends. And sometimes, when I’m feeling particularly lonely or self-pitying, I look up and remember that I have many friends, and all of them wait for me within the books of this shelf.
The first ten books on this shelf can be found here.
Today’s second set of ten books are the following.
Little Big Man (1964) by Thomas Berger
Women in Their Beds (1996) by Gina Berriault
The Tenant of Wildfell Hall (1848) by Anne Brontë
Jane Eyre (1847) by Charlotte Brontë
Wuthering Heights (1847) by Emily Brontë
March (2005) by Geraldine Brooks
The Stranger (1942) by Albert Camus
My Ántonia (1918) by Willa Cather
O Pioneers! (1913) by Willa Cather
The Canterbury Tales (circa 1340 to 1370) by Geoffrey Chaucer