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Who am I kidding but me?

It’s been a long couple of months–good, but over-filled with activities and obligations. So as the weekend approached, my calendar remained empty. I told people that I hadn’t tried to get football tickets, and that if they were to fall into my lap I would think about going to the game.

Then they did. And very quickly, I said yes.

Who am I kidding? I can’t turn down Alabama football. Last weekend was the first time that Alabama had taken the field as a No. 1 team in my life. (Yes, we won a national championship in 1992, but we weren’t ranked No. 1 until we beat Miami.) We’ve lost to Mississippi State for the past two years. And though Auburn already ensured that State won’t claim the Alabama State Championship this year, I want to see us destroy them. (We better destroy them.) We could be–should be–on our way to a 12-0 regular season. I was there as we opened the season, I was there for the too-close Kentucky game, I hope to be there for the history-making Iron Bowl. But I better take every game I can get (especially as I remain camped out on the Tide Pride waiting list!). 

After talking to the friend who came into tickets Thursday night, the official plan was to take it easy (our entire group is socially exhausted) and leave Birmingham at 5 p.m. for today’s 6:45 game. But even as I hung up, I suspected I was again lying to myself. And so this morning I found myself back in the kitchen, quickly preparing my favorite beer-cheese spread for this afternoon’s tailgate. 

It’s been a while since I’ve added a recipe to my go-to list, and this one definitely merits a place. It’s incredibly easy and always a hit, especially with the boys. The ingredients are things that I typically have in the kitchen, save for perhaps a large quantity of cheese (easily remedied). Don’t have an amber beer handy? Sub in another, so long as it’s a good one! (Today I used Yazoo Dos Perros.) And it’s perfect for a cold autumn day spent on the quad.

Now, get me to Tuscaloosa!

Beer-cheese spread

Prep: 15 min., Chill: 2 hr. This recipe makes a lot, but it can be frozen for up to a month. It fits perfectly into 4 (10-oz.) ramekins. Try it over French fries, hot dogs, and chili too.

This recipe goes with Grilled Beer-Cheese Sandwich

Yield

Makes 5 cups

Ingredients

  • 1  (2-lb.) block sharp Cheddar cheese, shredded
  • 1  small onion, minced
  • 2  garlic cloves, minced
  • 1/2  teaspoon  hot sauce
  • 1/4  teaspoon  ground red pepper
  • 1  (12-oz.) bottle amber beer, at room temperature
  • Salt and pepper to taste
  • Garnish: thyme sprig

Preparation

 

1. Beat together first 5 ingredients at low speed with a heavy-duty electric stand mixer until blended. Gradually add beer, beating until blended after each addition. Beat at medium-high speed 1 minute or until blended and creamy. Season with salt and pepper to taste. Cover and chill 2 hours. Garnish, if desired. Store in an airtight container in refrigerator up to 2 weeks.

Note: For testing purposes only, we used Abita Amber Beer. This spread can be frozen up to 1 month; thaw overnight in refrigerator.

Grilled Beer-Cheese Sandwich: Spread 1 tsp. softened butter evenly on 1 side of 2 bread slices. Place bread slices, buttered sides down, on wax paper. Spread 1/4 cup Beer-Cheese Spread onto 1 side of 1 bread slice. Top with remaining bread slice, buttered side up. Cook sandwich in a nonstick skillet or griddle over medium heat 3 to 5 minutes on each side or until golden brown and cheese is melted.

 

 

Therese Halaska, Portage, Wisconsin, Southern Living, OCTOBER 2007
I typically serve it with crackers or apples.

Breaking our own rules, we’re gonna pull through

My cat took off for a little respite this afternoon. She’s an inside cat, but every now and then I’ll let her out for an adventure. Usually she abides by the house rules: Stay in our yard, and don’t bring any other creatures inside with you. Yesterday she broke rule two, twice. This afternoon she violated rule one.

I typically won’t let her out if I have to be somewhere within the hour, and today I had at least an hour and a half (maybe two) before I had to leave for church. At 3:30 I started calling her in. At 4 p.m. I started to get a little annoyed—I had a meeting before church and I needed to leave by 4:10 to make it on time. By 4:50 I realized I wasn’t going to church tonight. By 6 I began to get worried.

Of course she strolled in on her own about 15 minutes later—no harm, no foul, as far as she was concerned. And the truth is, maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing for me, either. Emma’s little rendezvous forced me to take a much-needed quiet night in.

Those have become rare lately, and that’s a problem. Until recently a week filled with nightly activities was an anomaly. They occurred perhaps once a month, but no more than that. Now it seems I overschedule myself every week. (In fact, I’ve been meaning to write this blog entry for months—months!–and haven’t taken the time to do it.)

And I need a lot of alone time, a lot of downtime, to function at 100 percent. I am the happiest when a week includes cooking at home, cleaning my apartment, reading way more than I should, a quiet night or two with a small group of friends and maybe one evening out. This week, though?

Monday: Writing night at a coffee shop. Tuesday: Trivia at a sports bar. Wednesday: Dinner. Thursday: Writing breakfast at a coffee shop. Work party. Wine (or in my case, water) with a coworker and friends. Concert. Friday: Dinner and a concert. Saturday: Football game viewing, then a night on the farm.

Yes, they’re all good things, and that’s why it’s so hard for me not to overload myself. But I’m burning out. And when I hit that point, I’m not taking care of myself or caring for my friends (or my cat!). I miss all three.

I’m trying to get better. My calendar for the approaching week isn’t nearly as full, and I’m working on a project that requires me to slow down. It isn’t easy, and frankly, I probably need more help with this than I realize. But tonight was at least a step in the right direction—all thanks to a runaway cat.

Well you know, we all want to change the world

I almost convinced myself that I was seeing things as I parked the car outside my polling place at 7:02 yesterday morning. It was hard to say from my parking spot a block away, but I thought I saw crowds of people on the lawn of the senior citizens center. But it was no mirage–by the time I walked past the building, up the block and around the corner, nearly 10 minutes had passed.

And many more would tick by before I was handed my ballot, at approximately 9:10 a.m. The lines at my polling place averaged two hours all day, but the truth is that we were having fun. Although I had a book in my purse, I spent the time chatting with the older gentleman next to me about the difference in political climate between his generation and mine. People all around us were calling and texting friends and family in different parts of the city (one friend voted in five minutes flat!) and the nation (one sister voted in five minutes flat! The other stood in a line almost as long as mine.). A man in front of me told us about the memoir he is writing, and I played the inevitable six degrees of Birmingham game with the woman beside him. We also joked that the free coffee lines at Starbucks might be as long as the line we were already in–and besides, we weren’t that crazy about the ‘bucks, anyway.

The camraderie continued as I slid my ballot into the machine (voter 290 on that machine for the morning) and proudly adhered my “I voted” sticker to my jacket. I listened to reports on the voting experience from around the country as I drove to work, and when I stopped at my favorite coffee shop I cast a glance around for other “I voted” stickers. 

And then my coffee buddy from my polling place walked in. We laughed at the coincidence–we live and vote 15 minutes from the shop where we stood–and laughed even harder as we stepped up to the register and our barista said, “Regular, meet regular.” As it happens, my new coffee friend works at one of my favorite places in town, and I interviewed one of her close friends for a story I wrote last year. Yes, politics can pull people apart, but sometimes election day brings us together in unexpected ways.

I love election day. It’s almost like a holiday to me (and I should have made good on my threat to take today off! It was hard to pull myself away from coverage last night.). After surveying friends for their picks, I compiled a playlist to accompany me through the day. Here’s the Derek Webb-heavy result, in no particular order–and I intend none of these songs as a partisan statement (I didn’t select all of them, and I don’t even know who many of the people who made these suggestions did vote for. Plus I’m not one to announce on a blog who I voted for.).

Election Day 2008

  • Revolution 1–The Beatles
  • Beautiful Day–U2
  • Magnolia Mountain–Ryan Adams
  • If A Song Could Be President–Over the Rhine
  • King and a Kingdom–Derek Webb
  • American Hearts–AA Bondy
  • It’s the End of the World as We Know It–REM
  • Political Scientist–Ryan Adams
  • New Law–Derek Webb
  • Election Day–Arcadia
  • You Can’t Always Get What You Want–The Rolling Stones
  • In God We Trust–Derek Webb
  • Gone TIll November–Wyclef Jean
  • I Shall Be Released–Wilco with Fleet Foxes
  • I Hope–Dixie Chicks
  • Love Is Not Against the Law–Derek Webb
  • Either Way–Wilco
  • Politik–Coldplay
  • A Love that’s Stronger than Our Fear–Derek Webb

Any other suggestions?

We can’t get much louder than this

Five months ago, I hunkered down in my newly-purchased camp chair, enjoying a good book and one of the spring’s final cool nights. I wasn’t bothered by the rain–although it required me to read my book through my poncho–or the setting. The fact that I was the dork reading a YA novel during Stevie Wonder’s jazz fest performance only made my first reading of Paper Towns more memorable.

Last month I attempted to recount that story to John Green, the book’s author. I think I’m usually pretty articulate, or at least intentional about what I say. Not that night. I was so excited to meet this author that I could barely remember my name.

Or, well, that’s a bit of an exaggeration–I knew who I was, but couldn’t say it. I’m not normally so star struck, I don’t think. I’ve met a few musicians and interviewed authors I admire. But I don’t suppose I’ve met someone whose work I hold quite so dear, someone who I hope to emulate, if not in exact career path, certainly in his authentic portrayal of people and stories on the page.

So what I imagined as a calm expression of thanks for three magnificent books and a fair bit of inspiration translated into a nervous, muddled recounting of the number of times I’ve read his books (Alaska, three; Katherines, two; Paper Towns, then one, now two), the fact that I too am a writer (perhaps unbelievable as I stuttered!) and my tale of reading through a transparent orange poncho while listening to one of music’s living legends. I didn’t even have the decency to be embarrassed by my awkwardness. The message remained: Thank you for doing what you do. And maybe I’ll be less awkward with paper and pen than with the spoken word. I’ve read that John Green wrote the first of his three books–still my favorite–when he was my age. (I was therefore reluctant to turn 27.) I’ll let that stand as both an inspiration and a challenge … one that I am quite frankly terrified to face.

The title of this post is a lyric from “Pieces” by The Bridges.

All we are saying is give peace a chance

I’ve been meaning to write a post about my newfound Beatles obsession for a while now. It’s been a year and a half since I bought my first album, and nearly a year since I fell in love. At the urging of several friends, I’ve become a total fan girl, have read and even started purchasing books about the band, and can talk about them for hours. There’s a lot to say.

But tonight my fandom was used against me (though you could argue that it was for the greater good).  First, a little something you ought to know about me: I am not a movie person. I own maybe seven movies on DVD, and another three or four on VHS. I’m not terribly concerned about improving my collection. Of the 150 items on my amazon wish list, 16 are DVDs. Of those, seven are the seven seasons of the Gilmore Girls, one is Saved By The Bell and four are music DVDs. Only four are actually movies (and of those, two are movies about music and one is a musical!). 

So it was easy for me to add “Never see any of the Star Wars films” to my goals in life. I’m not especially interested in science fiction and I’m not especially interested in movies. My friend Susan recoiled in horror when I mentioned that I’d never seen any of the movies, and so that particular goal was born.

It was a short-lived aim. Somehow that fun fact came up again tonight, at trivia with the boys (and now the girls–I believe we were a balanced team this week! But that’s a totally different conversation). And so I again shared that goal. My friend Adam wasn’t just horrified–he issued an ultimatum. “This means I can’t hang out with you anymore,” he said.

I laughed, hard, because that was such a perfect reaction and because it was such an Adam reaction. But he wasn’t kidding. (I knew that without asking, actually.)

The people clustered at our end of the table began listing reasons why I should rescind this goal. The Star Wars films totally changed filmmaking (or something like that), they said. I only need to see three of the six, they offered. There are so many references in common culture! (OK, I threw that one in–Susan offered it several weeks ago.) None of that swayed me. 

And then the Beatles saved my and Adam’s friendship.

“Imagine if you had never given the Beatles a chance,” Laura said. “Think of how much they’ve enriched your life”–even in a short time, and with my collection still incomplete. That, she said, is how my life is without the Star Wars movies. It’s that important, she believes.

After contemplating this, I found the paper where I began penning my life goals and demanded Adam’s attention. As I drew bold slashes through “Never watch Star Wars,” Adam proclaimed that we could continue to hang out, after all. Mark that down as one more way the Beatles have enriched my life.

This post is dedicated to John Taylor, who needs to give the Beatles a chance.

I want to be Bob Dylan.

I’m a big fan of lists–like a big, big fan. I keep the normal ones of course: to do, grocery, what have you. But a few weeks ago I was reminded of how much I geek out on lists. I was making mayonaisse and realized I was nearly out of dijon mustard, so I went into my bills and coupons drawer to grab a grocery list. While in there, I came across two more lists: spices and vinegars on my shelves.

I might harbor a few OCD tendencies.

For the past week I’ve been giving a lot of consideration to another, less strange, list. I keep a running list of all the concerts I’ve attended, and a complement to that is my top five concert experiences. (Of course.) Last week I saw The Swell Season perform in the Ryman Auditorium in Nashville, a show that elicited more standing ovations than any single event I’ve ever attended. 

I’m still contemplating that evening’s potential place on the top five list, and who will drop out if I add it in. But tonight’s agenda has me reflecting on a top five show that I certainly won’t bump down to top 10. 

It’s been two years since I first saw the Counting Crows on a night when everything felt right. I worked late and missed part of the Goo Goo Dolls’ set, but I wasn’t concerned. I met one of my best friends at our favorite coffee shop, changed out of my work clothes and grabbed a cup of coffee. He drove us to Oak Mountain, because I was so amped up on adrenaline and caffeine that speed would have been a problem. We arrived in time for a few Goo Goo Dolls songs, and well in advance of the Counting Crows taking the stage.

Early September is too hot in Alabama, but autumn made an early appearance that night. The temperature dropped into the 60s–a sure-fire way to make my night. Adam Duritz was in a strangely fantastic mood that night (if I remember correctly, he even said so himself!), and the band played a set highlighted by many of my favorite songs. The music was good, the company was great and the weather was perfect.

Tonight I’ll return to the amphitheater with the same friend and a group of newer friends. I’ve debated for years whether I would be willing to see the band again after such a perfect first show. But we researched set lists from recent shows, and after discovering that the band has been focusing more on their older material than new, we decided to take the chance. I don’t expect tonight to compare to that September 2006 show. But I’ll embrace tonight’s memories for whatever they’re worth.

Sept. 5, 2006: Verizon Wireless Amphitheater, Pelham, AL

Anna Begins
Hard Candy
Omaha
Catapult
Ghost Train
Miami
Colorblind
Monkey
Perfect Blue Buildings
Murder of One
A Long December
Hangin Around
Encore:
MrJones (slower version)
Big Yellow Taxi
Holiday in Spain

My top five concert experiences:

Nickel Creek, Auburn University, 2003
Counting Crows, Verizon Wireless Amphitheater, 2006
Josh Ritter and Jamie Cullum, Alabama Theatre, 2006
Chris Thile and the How to Grow a Band, WorkPlay Theatre, 2007
Nickel Creek and Fiona Apple, Central Park, 2007 

My top five Counting Crows songs:

Mrs. Potter’s Lullaby
MrJones
Murder of One
Holiday in Spain
She Don’t Want Nobody Near

I’m holding my heart out but clutching it, too

Last night I was privy to a conversation lamenting the early sunsets of fall. It was nearing 7 p.m. and dusk was settling in outside the coffee shop we occupied. The others with me missed the daylight stretching well into the evening, the late nights summer inevitably brings.

But oh, not me. The other seasons exist so I can recall how much I appreciate autumn, or so I would have you think. All year long I crave those first few moments when summer’s heat breaks and suddenly 90 degrees is a hot day. I long for nights spent with the windows open, fading into mornings, afternoons and evenings spent with the windows open. I daydream about taking my morning coffee on my balcony. I wait for football and planning outfits for a 20 degree swing in temperature from tailgate’s beginning to game’s end. I recall those magical moments as a student in Tuscaloosa, when I would step onto the quad and think, this is what campus life should feel like. (Somehow those came in spring in Tallahassee.) I embrace harvest beers and light my harvest candles. I queue up my autumn playlist for weeks in advance of the weather’s change. (Is it surprising that it’s eight times longer than my lists for the other seasons? I don’t think so.) I switch from my daytime coffee to hot apple cider in the evenings. In retrospect, even difficult seasons in life seem sweeter if they occurred during fall.

I am trying to relish in every hint of my favorite season, from September’s overtures to its final, fading notes in December. I don’t want to wish a moment of it away.

And even when the trees have just surrendered to the harvest time
Forfeiting their leaves in mid-September and sending us inside,
Still I notice you when change begins and I am braced for colder winds.
I will offer thanks for what has been and what’s to come.
–Nichole Nordeman, “Every Season”

For your days and excitement

Candace Bushnell would have been very unhappy with me Saturday night.

Instead of spending money and fighting crowds to get dinner, beer and football at a sports bar, I invited the boys to my house. Sure, we were limited in our game selection, but the food and drinks were free.

And so I put myself to work in the kitchen, chopping, sauteeing and ensuring every burner was occupied. I kind of felt like the little woman, keeping the boys fed and beered while they watched the game. I was in my element: football, cooking and later, Clue. I was so engaged in what I was doing, in fact, that I barely paid attention to the score–and I love football. I still couldn’t tell you the final on the Florida-Miami game without first looking it up (though I of course know who won).

I am thoroughly enjoying my life, my friends, my kitchen.

J: This is like a mini-orgasm in my mouth.
P: Well don’t ruin it for the rest of us.

–Reactions to that meal (pork chops, creamy orzo, and broccoli and grape tomatoes in a homemade balsamic vinaigrette)

This ain’t the easy way down

Sometimes I think I’m a complicated person, with unpredictable thoughts and emotions. When I stop thinking of myself as some mysterious character in a novel, I realize how false that is. Right now I’m parked on my couch with a book and a beer, listening to Ryan Adams and thinking about having a second go at that bowl of guacamole I made before I clean my apartment. I wear my heart on my sleeve and my life is filled with simple pleasures. I don’t think that’s such a bad place to be.

It’s a thousand pages, give or take a few

I know I’m supposed to be reading all about the Roman Empire (or its demise, at least), but lately I just haven’t been able to bring myself to do it.

I’ve been extra stressed the past several weeks. I can’t name any special reason why, but I’ve noticed my muscles are extra tense, and I suspect I’ve been grinding my teeth in my sleep. And I’ve realized that when I’m stressed, the last thing I want to read is a history book. In fact, I haven’t been much interested in new books at all, though there’s a new Roy Blount Jr. book I ought to get into sitting beside me right now.

Instead, I’ve been rereading some of my favorites. I spent four days at the lake this month (definitely a stress reducer!) and read Looking for Alaska, for the third time this year. With that behind me, I returned to Rammer Jammer Yellow Hammer, a football favorite that I’ve read nearly once a year since its publication. In June I reread The Time Traveler’s Wife (third time since this fall–so far, I’ve read all of these books three times total!) and Songbook. Now I’m between books, but reading portions of Beatlesongs. It’s not a reread, but it’s about songs that are nearly as comforting as my favorite books. (I just finished listening to Revolver while reading about it; now my iPod has shuffled over to 1. That probably wouldn’t have been my next choice, but it’ll do while I’m on a reading break.)

My to read list is growing all the while. (It always is!) I’m about to spend a few minutes updating my goodreads.com account with books I own but still haven’t read. And last week I came across this list on a friend’s blog. It’s a list that both encourages reflection on some of the great books and taunts me with those I’ve yet to read. Lauren says the National Endowment for the Arts (those folks who brought us The Big Read–and if you don’t know what that is, let’s talk) believes the average American has read only six of the books on this list. I can’t find anything to that end after a cursory search of their website, but I am torn between pride that I’ve read more than six and shame that my number is still so low.

Just the same–here’s to reading.

Here’s how it works:

1) Look at the list and bold those you have read.
2) Italicize those you intend to read.
3) Mark in red the books you LOVE.
4) Reprint this list in your blog

1 Pride and Prejudice – Jane Austen
2 The Lord of the Rings – JRR Tolkien

3 Jane Eyre – Charlotte Bronte

4 Harry Potter seriesJK Rowling
5 To Kill a Mockingbird – Harper Lee
6 The Bible—I’m working my way through, bit by bit!
7 Wuthering Heights – Emily Bronte
8 Nineteen Eighty Four – George Orwell—I picked this up earlier this year, both because it’s one of those I feel like I SHOULD have read and because I LOVE Animal Farm. I haven’t read it yet, but it’s in the to-be-read-soon stack.
9 His Dark Materials – Philip Pullman
10 Great Expectations – Charles Dickens
11 Little Women – Louisa M Alcott—Also in the to-be-read-soon stack. I started it a few weeks ago but got distracted.
12 Tess of the D’Urbervilles – Thomas Hardy
13 Catch 22 – Joseph Heller
14 Complete Works of Shakespeare—I’ve read part and used to own the complete works, but my sister kept my copy! There’s no telling where it is now.
15 Rebecca – Daphne Du Maurier
16 The Hobbit – JRR Tolkien
17 Birdsong – Sebastian Faulks
18 Catcher in the Rye – JD Salinger—I intend to re-read this at some point, because I HATED it in high school. But I wonder how it would translate as an adult?
19 The Time Traveller’s Wife – Audrey Niffenegger –loved, loved loved this!
20 Middlemarch – George Eliot
21 Gone With The Wind – Margaret Mitchell
22 The Great Gatsby – F Scott Fitzgerald
23 Bleak House – Charles Dickens
24 War and Peace – Leo Tolstoy
25 The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy – Douglas Adams
26 Brideshead Revisited – Evelyn Waugh
27 Crime and Punishment – Fyodor Dostoyevsky
28 Grapes of Wrath – John Steinbeck
29 Alice in Wonderland – Lewis Carroll—This was another library book sale purchase, and I just read it this spring. It was fun! I still need to read Through the Looking Glass.
30 The Wind in the Willows – Kenneth Grahame
31 Anna Karenina – Leo TolstoyI keep hearing this is one of the best things, ever.
32 David Copperfield – Charles Dickens
33 Chronicles of Narnia – CS Lewis—I’ve been picking them up as I spot used copies, because I can’t remember whether I read them as a child or not.
34 Emma – Jane Austen
35 Persuasion – Jane Austen
36 The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe – CS Lewis
37 The Kite Runner – Khaled Hosseini

38 Captain Corelli’s Mandolin – Louis De Bernieres
39 Memoirs of a Geisha – Arthur Golden
40 Winnie the Pooh – AA Milne
41 Animal Farm – George Orwell
42 The Da Vinci Code – Dan Brown
43 One Hundred Years of Solitude – Gabriel Garcia Marquez
44 A Prayer for Owen Meany – John Irving—A friend whose opinion I trust very, very much recommended Irving to me, but I have yet to read anything.
45 The Woman in White – Wilkie Collins
46 Anne of Green Gables – LM Montgomery
47 Far From The Madding Crowd – Thomas Hardy
48 The Handmaid’s Tale – Margaret Atwood
49 Lord of the Flies – William Golding
50 Atonement – Ian McEwan
51 Life of Pi – Yann Martel—eventually.
52 Dune – Frank Herbert
53 Cold Comfort Farm – Stella Gibbons
54 Sense and Sensibility – Jane Austen
55 A Suitable Boy – Vikram Seth
56 The Shadow of the Wind – Carlos Ruiz Zafon
57 A Tale Of Two Cities – Charles Dickens
58 Brave New World – Aldous Huxley
59 The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time – Mark Haddon
60 Love In The Time Of Cholera – Gabriel Garcia Marquez
61 Of Mice and Men – John Steinbeck
62 Lolita – Vladimir Nabokov
63 The Secret History – Donna Tartt
64 The Lovely Bones – Alice Sebold
65 Count of Monte Cristo – Alexandre Dumas
66 On The Road – Jack Kerouac
67 Jude the Obscure – Thomas Hardy
68 Bridget Jones’s Diary – Helen Fielding
69 Midnight’s Children – Salman Rushdie
70 Moby Dick – Herman Melville
71 Oliver Twist – Charles Dickens
72 Dracula – Bram Stoker
73 The Secret Garden – Frances Hodgson Burnett
74 Notes From A Small Island – Bill Bryson
75 Ulysses – James Joyce
76 The Bell Jar – Sylvia Plath
77 Swallows and Amazons – Arthur Ransome
78 Germinal – Emile Zola
79 Vanity Fair – William Makepeace Thackeray
80 Possession – AS Byatt
81 A Christmas Carol – Charles Dickens
82 Cloud Atlas – David Mitchell
83 The Color Purple – Alice Walker
84 The Remains of the Day – Kazuo Ishiguro
85 Madame Bovary – Gustave Flaubert
86 A Fine Balance – Rohinton Mistry
87 Charlotte’s Web – EB White
88 The Five People You Meet In Heaven – Mitch Albom
89 Adventures of Sherlock Holmes – Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
90 The Faraway Tree Collection
91 Heart of Darkness – Joseph Conrad
92 The Little Prince – Antoine De Saint-Exupery
93 The Wasp Factory – Iain Banks
94 Watership Down – Richard Adams
95 A Confederacy of Dunces – John Kennedy Toole
96 A Town Like Alice – Nevil Shute
97 The Three Musketeers – Alexandre Dumas
98 Hamlet – William Shakespeare
99 Charlie and the Chocolate Factory – Roald Dahl
100 Les Miserables – Victor Hugo