I love lists.
That makes me sound like a compulsive person – the kind who you imagine to have an organised knicker drawer. I’m actually laughing at that idea because at the moment I’m lifting knickers from the washing line every morning.
I am illogical, horrifically forgetful and pretty random. Still though, for some reason I find listing sort of fun.
It might be due to a habit we had growing up. I was part of an amazing youth group where I met all my best friends and twice a year we’d go away on a weekend residential trip. It would be the thing you looked forward to all year, and when it was done you felt a pang that you’d have to wait months until the next one. We’d get up to stupid activities; dopey talent shows, messy games, horror hide and seek and the likes. The best fun though was when we went to our dorms at night and played ‘top 5’. We’d have to list our top 5 guys in the group and then we made an ultimate top 5 from all our confessions. It was hilarious and we still remember the secrets that came out when we were 15 years old.
Lists help me think, maybe that’s why I started The Thanks Book (which is actually still going believe it or not!)
Anyways in true listing fashion, here is a list of my 7 favourite books (lists are always better in odd numbers)
- The Great Gatsby – F.S. Fitzgerald
- A Farewell to Arms – Ernest Hemingway
- The Catcher in the Rye – J.D. Salinger
- The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe – C.S. Lewis
- The Things They Carried – Tim O’Brien
- The Lord of the Rings – JRR Tolkien
- Captain Corelli’s Mandolin – Louis de Bernieres