There is also one lyrical-fantastic novel Mor by Đuro Sudeta, which I could never got enough of, but I don't think it was ever translated into English unfortunately.
It is a name ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Đuro_Sudeta) - and it has such nice lyrical style, whole novel is like a big poem. He wrote some nice poetry as well - before he tragically died very young from tuberculosis.What does Mor translate to, or is it a name?
Orwell, Animal Farm
Ellison, The Invisible Man
Borchert, Short stories *too depressing for words*
Tolstoy, Anna Karenina
Austen, Pride and Prejudice
Defoe, Robinson Crusoe
Kafka, The Trial
I also like Hesse's works even now. He's not as famous in the Anglophone world as other Nobel Prize winners though... My favourite is also Demian; I read it when I was 12 (in English. Never learnt German, even though I may have appreciated it), and that book still lingers. I like to think my enlightenment in reading began thus. The Glass Bead Game was quite interesting too, with a lot of Latin references hidden away.I don't read fiction any more but I used to like Hesse's novels (especially Siddartha, Demian and Steppenwolf), Dostoevsky's dry humour in Crime and Punishment and Virginia Wolf's Mrs Dalloway. Also Yasunari Kawabata's Thousand Cranes.
Quite disappointing, because my trusted Goodreads (if you know that website) reviewers have been praising the book therefore I had high hopes.I read it (and did finish it) years ago, but I found it rather boring too.
Well, you've been patient enough to finish it though. I'm halfway, and didn't get to the pig tail part (but have heard of it). I doubt if I will ever finish... Or indeed, whether it will redeem itself. But for now I'm not inclined to find out.I hardly remember anything of the story, to be honest. The only thing that has stuck to my memory is that story of a baby being born with a pig's tail.
"Hier maman est morte". I remember that line but not much else about it.What about also mentioning the books we've read that have left the most boring impression? For me I think it was "L'étranger" by Camus.