Class Maledictorian punts a literary question our way: What are the 5 books I'm vaguely embarrassed not to have read. Because I still don't have my blogging game on yet, I'm happy for the prompt. Here's the Phoblog Hall of Shame:
1. Moby Dick. I know, blatantly cribbing the source here, but I've never read it, and frankly, have little desire to read it. Of course, Fagen assigned it to us my soph year at CMC. Still didn't read it. If I ever were to have read it, that would've been the time.
2. Anything by Ayn Rand. I just refuse.
3. David McCullough's John Adams Biography. It's been on my shelf since two or three Christmases ago. Still haven't read it. Want to read it. Mean to read it. Haven't read it.
4. The Lord of the Rings and related. Actually, like the Ayn Rand, I'm not sure I'm anything but okay with having missed out on these books.
5. 1984. Though I can make the same We're-living-in-an-Orwellian-World-And-I'm-ma-ma-Orwellian-girl jokes, I can't say I've ever actually read it. It's possible I was supposed to at some point, but I never did.
Runners-up: The Great Gatsby; The Chronicles of Narnia; Wuthering Heights; any number of political philosophy tomes necessary to maintaining a certain level of CMC street-cred; Lies and the Lying Liars Who Tell Them; Primary Colors; Tom Sawyer; Huck Finn.
So, now that we all know how ill-read I am, I in turn punt to Fick and NT.