I believe it’s day 13 of the 30 Day Challenge, and I’m going to talk about my favorite writers. The actual prompt is favorite author, but that word has always sat strangely with me. Like at one point you’re a mere writer, and you graduate into an author. I don’t know. Anyway. My favorite writers.
This isn’t cheating. I would classify myself as a huge fan, not quite a Shakespeare freak yet. The only plays I can quote are Romeo and Juliet and Hamlet. Hamlet is one of my favorites, but I really hate Romeo and Juliet. At least, I hate how it’s used in pop culture. More on that Later.
The man just has a way with words.
Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth; Suns of the world may stain when heaven’s sun staineth.
Good ol’ Sonnet #33. I get this sense of awe each time I read this man’s work. Just, wow. I love it. Enough to buy a hard cover complete works of 1252 pages. Yet, I feel kind of odd using words to describe this man. Because he’s so good with those word, that anything I could possibly say would be completely insufficient.
My favorites plays are Titus Andronicus and Hamlet. And I’ve got to give a shout out for Mercutio’s Queen Mab speech in Romeo and Juliet.
Edgar Allan Poe
Yes, I own a hardcover copy of his complete works as well. The books is the same size as the Shakespeare one, but the pages are thicker, giving the still impressive 842 pages.
I love this man. Every haunting story or forlorn poem brings a smile to my face. Odd, I know. But if that hadn’t been made apparent by my favorite plays, I am a fan of the macabre. I tend to find the darkest stories to be the most interesting. And Poe just crawled right into my heart.
Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream?
I’ve got to appreciate such works as The Fall of the House of Usher and The Raven. But my all time favorites are as follows:
Poems: A Dream Within a Dream, A Dream, Lenore
Stories: The Masque of the Red Death, The Cask of Amontillado
All Time: The Tell-Tale Heart
What is this, you say? A writer who’s still alive? Yes, indeed. A writer’s who’s still alive. I have been a fan of John Green since before I actually read any of his books. I love watching him talk. But, once I started, I knew that I would thoroughly enjoy everything he wrote. He has a real genuine way of writing, and I quite enjoy it.
I loved Looking for Alaska. I had never once read a book like that from the point of view of the person who wasn’t damaged or poor of anything like that. He didn’t get it at all, and it was so weird for me. Because I get it, and I’m so used to reading and writing people who get it. And – slight spoiler – the death in the story was not at all dramatic. It just happened. Very quickly, without warning, without a big dramatic set up. Because that’s how death is.
Will Grayson, Will Grayson. I can’t really talk about it as I haven’t finished it yet, but I’m giving it it’s own little section.
Then, of course, there’s The Fault in Our Stars. That book sort of crawled into my heart and lit up my life while I read it. It a book that I want people to read, but I won’t tell people to read. Because that would seem to personal. I know it’s a best seller, but I still operate knowing that no one really read the same book that I did. That books like that mean something different for different people, and with my current circumstances, I know nobody around me quite ‘gets’ what I took from it.
That’s my list. Have a nice day.