I have way more than ten, so I’ll take ten at random. I used to finish every book I started, but life’s too short for that. With each grey hair, it seems I get fussier and less patient, so not finishing these books says more about me than about the books.
- Evelina, Or, the History of a Young Lady’s Entrance into the World, by Frances Burney
I love Jane Austen, and this was one of her favorite books. Turned out that didn’t mean I like it, too.
- Brothers in Arms, by Lois McMaster Bujold
Bujold’s Vorkosigan books are great and many people love them. Personally, I’m rather tired of Miles Vorkosigan.
- My Life and Loves, by Frank Harris
I don’t even remember what impelled me to start this autobiography of an obscure nineteenth century writer.
- The Rafael Sabatini Megapack, by Rafael Sabatini
Maybe this doesn’t belong on the list, because I read three or four of the TWENTY (!) books in this compendium. That’s enough Sabatini to last me a long time.
- Treasure Island, by Robert Lewis Stevenson
I loved this as a teenager, but the magic just wasn’t there the second time around.
- The Extroverted Writer, by Amanda Luedeke
I read many great things regarding this non-fiction book about how a writer can build his audience. Who knows, I may go back to it, because I sure need to build up my audience.
- APE: How to Publish a Book, by Guy Kawasaki and Shawn Welch
I know how to publish a book; I’m a hybrid author, published both traditionally and on my own. On top of that, I’ve “self-published” dozens of software manuals. I could’ve written this book, so I’m clearly not its intended audience.
- Chihuahua of the Baskervilles, by Esri Allbritten
My wife recommended it. Let’s just say our tastes differ.
- Hangar 18: Legacy, by Jennette Marie Powell
I bought this science fiction book strictly because of the cover, which uses the same model as on the covers of my Tompa Lee trilogy. How dare Ms. Powell!
- Crime and Punishment, by Fyodor Dostoeyevsky
I’ve read much Dostoeyevsky, but not this one, his most famous work. Alas, I no longer thirst for long books — I cringe, instead, thinking of all the shorter books I might read in the same amount of time — so I don’t know if I’ll ever finish this one. It’s my loss, I know.