Top Ten (+3) Tuesday: Books I Loved so much I had to get a copy

Today’s TTT @ That Artsy Reader Girl asks us to list books that we loved so much that we decided to own a copy of them. Well, there are quite a few books that I have on that list so for the purpose of this post, confining myself to fiction in English. Here goes (in alphabetical order):

The Affair of the Blood Stained Egg Cosy by James Anderson

For five seconds Jane was speechless. Then she let fly. “You blithering idiot! Do you always dash along private drives at ninety miles an hour in complete silence?”

“Well, no. Actually, I was only doing about thirty. And it was so beautifully peaceful I just switched off the engine to coast a little way and enjoy the quietness.”

“Not caring two hoots that you might knock down some poor footbound pheasant -“

“Footbound pheasant? Is there one of those around here? How very sad. What’s the trouble? Rheumatism of the wings?”

Animal Farm by George Orwell

The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from pig to man again; but already it was impossible to say which was which.

Appleby’s End by Michael Innes

These reflections were interrupted by the arrival on the platform of a creature having much the appearance of a giant weather-bound tortoise. Judith was the first of the Ravens to see the new arrival. “Heyhoe,” she said, “where the deuce have you been.”

Heyhoe came to a halt – a process involving so slight a loss of momentum as hardly to be perceptible to the naked eye. It was to be hoped, Appleby felt, that Spot – the quadruped upon now whom all depended – had notions of locomotion more vigorous than his driver.

As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner

“I thought you would have told me,” he said. “I never thought you wouldn’t have.”

“Darl,” I said.

The Black Lady by Conyth Little

Gert was moved to forget her manners once again. She hopped to her feet in a flaming rage and pored a torrent of ripe profanity and abuse on to Randall’s indifferent head. He stretched out on his back and closed his eyes, while Bruce eyed Gert calmly, and Sonny looked on in open-mouthed fascination.

Jeff and Lou hurried to join us, and Dodson followed with more dignity.

“What’s going on here?” Lou asked hopefully.

Randall opened his eyes. “I’m being scolded, but I don’t see why you all have to listen.”

“Lady,” said Jeff, “try and pull yourself together.”

Gert turned on him, dealt him a whacking great slap on the face, and departed, breathing fire from her nostrils.

Jeff appealed to Dodson” “Do I hafta stand for that?”

“Not necessarily,” said the unemotional Dodsun. “next time you’d better duck.”

The Black Moth by Georgette Heyer

“I do not like your name, sir,” she answered.
“There was no thought of pleasing you when I was christened.” he quoted lazily.

The Dirk Gently Omnibus by Douglas Adams

GORDON WAY DRIFTED miserably along the dark road, or rather, tried to drift. He felt that as a ghost—which is what he had to admit to himself he had become—he should be able to drift. He knew little enough about ghosts, but he felt that if you were going to be one then there ought to be certain compensations for not having a physical body to lug around, and that among them ought to be the ability simply to drift. But no, it seemed he was going to have to walk every step of the way.

Hot Water by P.G. Wodehouse

The discovery that he was on cordial terms with this Vicomte de Blissac, of whom she had heard much from time to time, did nothing to diminish her already rather pronounced resemblance to a smartly dressed iceberg.

“De Blissac and I saw a great deal of one another when he was in New York a couple of years ago,” said Packy, with that slight touch of the apologetic which your well-trained fiance employs on these occasions.

“We hotted it up,” said the Vicomte, quite unnecessarily adding explanatory footnotes. “We made whoopee. We painted the old town pink.”

The Quiet American by Graham Greene

The lieutenant said, ‘Have you seen enough?’ speaking savagely, almost as though I had been responsible for these deaths. Perhaps to the soldier the civilian is the man who employs him to kill, who includes the guilt of murder in the pay-envelope and escapes responsibility.

The Raj Quartet by Paul Scott

So I lay there, letting her get on with it. But suddenly I said, “What am I to do, Anna? I can’t live without him.”

She didn’t look at me. She was measuring the potion. She spoke to the medicine, not to me. After all, this was the one thing she could really trust, really believe in, really love. “This you must learn to do. To live without.”

The Shadow Lines by Amitav Ghosh

The realities of the bombs and torpedoes and the dying was easy enough to imagine–mere events, after all, recorded in thousands of films and photographs and comic books. But not that other infinitely more important reality: the fact that they knew; that even walking down that street, that evening, they knew what was coming–not the details, nor the timing perhaps, but they knew, all four of them, that their world, and in all probability they themselves, would not survive the war. What is the colour of that knowledge? Nobody knows, nobody can ever know, not even in memory, because there are moments in time that are not knowable: nobody can ever know what it was like to be young and intelligent in the summer of 1939 in London or Berlin.

Some Must Watch by Ethel Lina White

As this was not a legitimate job, she crept up the stairs to the first floor landing, and knelt before the door. She had hardly begun her investigations, when a sudden sound made her look up.

As she did so, she was the victim of an illusion. She was sure that the door across the landing, leading from the back-stairs, opened and shut again, giving her a glimpse of the face of a stranger.

It passed, like the dissolving memory of a dream, yet it left a horror in her mind, as though she had received a vision of elemental evil.

Even while she stared in stunned bewilderment, she realised that a door had actually opened and that the Professor was advancing towards her.

“It must have been the Professor,” she thought. “It must. I believe it looked like him. Some trick of light or shadow altered his expression. It’s so dark here.”

Even while she clung to this commonplace explanation, her reason rejected it. At the back of her mind remained a picture of the spiral of the back-stairs. The two staircases of the Summit offered special chances to anyone who wished to hide.

The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway

“Oh Jake,” Brett said, “We could have had such a damned good time together.”
Ahead was a mounted policeman in khaki directing traffic. He raised his baton. The car slowed suddenly, pressing Brett against me.
“Yes,” I said. “Isn’t it pretty to think so?”

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Do you love any of these too? Do share.

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Part of A Baker’s Dozen

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10 thoughts on “Top Ten (+3) Tuesday: Books I Loved so much I had to get a copy

  1. I love that idea for a ‘Top Ten,’ Neeru! And I’m happy to see some Douglas Adams there; I loved his Hitchhiker’s… books. And this one’s good, too. Very happy to see some Graham Greene, too, as well as the Orwell (that one really got me thinking when I first read it as a young teen). There just are some books like that that have such an impact you have to own them…

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    1. Yes, Orwell is really great, Margot. I mean everyone knows about: All men are equal….; Power corrupts….etc. And the maxims are so true. I have only read these two books of Adams and love them. Plan to read his more famous Hitchhiker’s series too. Greene is a classic. So glad you love these authors/ books too.

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    1. So glad you share my love for Animal Farm and As I Lay Dying. And you really must read Some Must Watch (it is available for free download). I read it when I was all alone in the house and then had to sleep with the light switched on:) Thanks for the link, I must have missed it somehow.

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