The New York Times Bestseller List is certainly not a good indicator of quality books. My current leisure reading book, Under the Tuscan Sun, is completely inane. The movie is even worse. Anyway, I have my own list of books/authors that are worthy of reading:
MY LIST
edmund wilson
on the road
anna karenina
the brother’s karamozov
atlas shrugged, the fountainhead
george soros!
thomas aquinas, locke
I should probably stick to reading The New Yorker to hear about worthy literature. Under the Tuscan Sun is the most horrible piece of writing I have ever encountered, and a desparate attempt at a travelogue at best.
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