Cross out the titles you’ve read!
The Lord of the Rings Trilogy, J.R.R Tolkien1984, George OrwellPride and Prejudice, Jane Austen
The Grapes of Wrath, John SteinbeckTo Kill a Mockingbird, Harper LeeJane Eyre, Charlotte BrontëWuthering Heights, Emily Bronte
A Passage to India, E.M. Forster
The Lord of the Flies, William GoldingHamlet, William Shakespeare
A Bend in the River, V.S. NaipaulThe Great Gatsby, F. Scott FitzgeraldThe Catcher in the Rye, J.D. Salinger
The Bell Jar, Sylvia PlathBrave New World, Aldous HuxleyThe Diary of Anne Frank, Anne Frank
Don Quixote, Miguel De Cervantes
The Bible, Various
Canterbury Tales, Geoffrey Chaucer
Ulysses, James Joyce
The Quiet American, Graham GreeneBirdsong, Sebastian Faulks
Money, Martin AmisHarry Potter Series, J.K. Rowling
Moby-Dick, Herman Melville
The Wind in the Willows, Kenneth Grahame
His Dark Materials Trilogy, Philip PullmanAnna Karenina, Leo Tolstoy
Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, Lewis Carroll
Rebecca, Daphne Du MaurierThe Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime, Mark Haddon
On the Road, Jack Kerouac
Heart of Darkness, Joseph Conrad
The Way We Live Now, Anthony Trollope
The Outsider, Albert Camus
The Colour Purple, Alice Walker
Life of Pi, Yann MartelFrankenstein, Mary ShelleyThe War of the Worlds, H.G. Wells
Men without Women, Ernest HemingwayGulliver’s Travels, Jonathan SwiftA Christmas Carol, Charles Dickens
Huckleberry Finn, Mark TwainRobinson Crusoë, Daniel DefoeOne Flew over the Cuckoo’s Nest, Ken Kesey
Catch-22, Joseph HellerThe Count of Monte Cristo, Alexandre DumasMemoirs of a Geisha, Arthur Golden
The Divine Comedy, Dante AlighieriThe Picture of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde

The world outside is vast and intricate.
There are wheatfields and mountain passes,
and orchards in bloom.
At night there are millions of galaxies, and in sunlight
the beauty of friends dancing at a wedding
Should never be offered to the mouth of a stranger,
Only to someone who has the valor and daring
To cut pieces of their soul off with a knife
Then weave them into a blanket
To protect you.
| — | Hafiz (via likeafieldmouse) |
The mountains like bones
go by, not thinking of you.
This is the emptiest thought:
to not miss you any longer.
To forget the peaks and
moments and miles you
piled atop dinner plates and
into paintings. To strive
to recall the white skin on
the shelf of your hip. To arrive
in a flat bright city at
midnight and step from
a new blue truck, see a
different light, breathe
a different breath without
noticing you are not there.
| — | X-Country Drive by Flint M. (via beautyisanillusion) |
the sun
itself
knows
the sad truth of
how we surrendered
our lives
and deaths
to simple
ritual,
useless
craven
ritual,
and then
slinking away
from the face of
glory,
turning our dreams into
dung,
how we said
no, no, no, no
to the most beautiful
YES
ever uttered:
life
itself.
| — | Charles Bukowski. (via theburnthatkeepseverything) |
I fell in love with a girl
who picked flowers instead
of arguments and had no
time for bad things
because she so carefully
curled herself
against them.
you were summer recklessness
but you always had these
two rules : stay with me
and dont become a ghost
again.
I want to be
the one
you want in your
mind and your gut and
your bathroom
But I don’t want you
to fuck the whole
world to find out.Charles Bukowski
