On My Bookshelf, No. 5

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.

I have previously posted about my many bookshelves here and here.

The first ten books on this shelf can be found here, the second ten are here, the third ten are here, and the fourth ten are here.

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?