#T5W: Forgettable Books
Honestly, my memory for books is not very good. I know people, for instance I’m married to one of them, who can remember character names and plot details long after finishing a book. I’m lucky if I remember anything about a book, usually I recall kind of the gist of the thing and that’s it, unless I discussed it extensively with someone or read it multiple times. Sometimes, books I despised are more memorable than books I loved.
In fact, this is part of why I love Goodreads so much. It’s my external drive for books.
- Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë. Yes, Jane Eyre, which I [now] remember so well! I think I picked up and read this book all the way through at least 3 times before remembering it. I kept picking it up, reading it, thinking I hadn’t read it, then realizing, “OH! I’ve read this before!” and just finishing it anyway. I don’t know what it was about this book, maybe I had it confused with Austen? Anyway, I know it now.
- The Rainbow by D.H. Lawrence. No memory of reading this whatsoever, thank goodness I wrote a review. I read it in 2010. According to Goodreads.
- A Weekend with Mr. Darcy by Victoria Connelly. I have this marked as read on Goodreads but I have zero recollection of reading it. I mean it’s plainly right up my alley, but I didn’t write a review. Did I really read it? I have no idea.
- The White Tiger by Aravind Adiga. I still see this on bookstore shelves and think, “Oh, I want to read that book!” Then I check Goodreads and realize that I did read it and enjoy it already. Bah. I love the cover of this book.
- The Crying of Lot 49 by Thomas Pynchon. I remember hate-reading this book, I think I even finished it because it was short. I remember hating it, but I do not remember anything about it. Maybe it’s better that way. It during my effort to read 1001 Books You Must Read Before You Die.
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