One Hundred Years of Solitude, Gabriel Garcia Marquez (1967)
What an amazing book. It's been a few years since I last read this and I'm wanting to read it again now, my third reading. It's incredibly rich and magical, just wonderful.
The Grapes of Wrath, John Steinbeck (1939)
I love John Steinbeck, his gruff, no nonsense writing strangely appeals to me. I have read almost all of his writing over the years, I also have a great fondness for Cannery Row.
Look at Me, Anita Brookner (1983)
I am really talking about a favourite author rather than book here as I adore everything Brookner has written. I sympythise with her characters a great deal, which is somewhat worrying. Her characters are usually women who feel they somehow don't fit in. She is a brave autobiographical writer I think and her writing, rather than being depressing is a comfort to me.
