It is really the loveliest book that I've ever read.. The novels maybe more dramatic and exciting, but those aren't real.. or at least are some "processed" reality.. I would call those masterpieces, but not lovely..
I go through it hastily on first reading, but this time I am not going to miss a single word.. I have to wonder, how am I to remember my childhood?? Those years are so blurred out already, but if I try now to pick it up, what is to remain?? I am just wondering.. I'm curious about the memory thing.. ppl always have their own ways of remembering things.. and so do I.. but what would it look like??
One third of the year has past, and let me just do some ranking here.. I love to give ranks.. It is based on the excitement brought about when I first read the book..
1. Frank McCourt -- Angela's Ashes
2. 卡爾維諾 -- 分成兩半的子爵
3. 卡爾維諾 -- 不存在的騎士
4. 但丁 -- 神曲
5. 斐多 -- 柏拉圖對話錄
6. Frank McCourt -- Teacher Man
7. Alexandre Dumas -- The Count of Monte Cristo
8. Frank McCourt -- 'Tis
9. Bram Stoker -- Dracula
10. 聖艾修伯里 -- 小王子
11. 西方思想家寶庫 -- 弗洛伊德
12. Albert Einstein & Mileva Maric -- The Love Letters
But then, at this moment, the order is like not this.. I am totally absorbed in his story.. It just once again demonstrates how subjective I can be, and how easy I am to fall into the traps of certain writers, who are admirable as persons, regardless of their artistic fists.. which is to say, it is also a form of idolism.. which I want to avoid too, even though I believe it may do me some good as motivations..
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