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 or the title, 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.
Today’s next set of ten books are the following.
So Big (1924) by Edna Ferber
White Oleander (1999) by Janet Fitch
The Great Gatsby (1925) by F. Scott Fitzgerald
The French Lieutenant’s Woman (1969) by John Fowles
Cold Mountain (1997) by Charles Frazier
No One Writes to the Colonel and Other Stories (1961) by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
One Hundred Years of Solitude (1967) by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
The Autumn of the Patriarch (1975) by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Memoirs of a Geisha (1997) by Arthur Golding
Lord of the Flies (1954) by William Golding
Have you read any of these?