The only books I find myself returning to again and again:
[name_m]Midnight[/name_m]'s Children, by [name_m]Salman[/name_m] Rushdie
[name_m]Just[/name_m], I don’t even have the words… this is my alltime favorite book. The intertwining narrative with characters who disappear and suddenly seamlessly reappear hundreds of pages later. The witty roundabout sentence structure and made-up phrases that make more sense than what any established words could do. The imperfection of the allegory of [name_f]Indian[/name_f] political struggles and the character “hand-cuffed to history.”
Brother, I’m Dying, by [name_f]Edwidge[/name_f] Danticat
A super awesome memoir.
The Quickening, by [name_f]Michelle[/name_f] [name_m]Hoover[/name_m]
Historical fiction in beautiful prose.
Salvage the Bones, by Jesmyn [name_m]Ward[/name_m]
An overall easy read, and everytime I open it, I glean something new.
Inheritance, by Lan [name_f]Samantha[/name_f] [name_m]Chang[/name_m]
[name_f]Poetry[/name_f] in prose, also beautifully-woven historical fiction
[name_m]Tevye[/name_m] the Dairyman, by Sholem Aleichem
Satirical roundabout sentences. Funny and heart-wrenching. It’s the basis for Fiddler on the Roof, but it is very different from the play.
Also, [name_m]Harry[/name_m] [name_m]Potter[/name_m] (I reread the entire series every year. It changes every time.)
[name_f]Heidi[/name_f], by [name_f]Johanna[/name_f] Spyri