A new challenge appears, thanks to Instagram. I’m posting my
ten twelve favorite books over there, but clearly, that makes it a list that needs to
go here too. (Note, most pictures are Amazon links, because most of my books are still tucked into boxes awaiting the completion of building out the library room.) And so, in no particular order…
2. On Basilisk Station – David Weber. The first of the Honor Harrington novels, this is damn near a classic in its own right at this point. Best described as “Horatio Hornblower in space”, this series turns into a fantastic universe in its own right, with Weber gleefully pillaging historical inspiration for the background plot.
3. Lady Slings The Booze – Spider Robinson. The book that introduced me to Spider Robinson’s Callahan series, this is a fantastic combination of humor, adventure, and fantasy. Not something I’d hand to a younger reader though.
5. Mr. Midshipman Hornblower – C.S. Forester. I read the Hornblower series before ever being introduced to Honor Harrington. Not only did it make me appreciate Weber’s work more, but the Hornblower series is great historical naval fiction in its own right.
6. Negotiate and Win: Proven Strategies from the NYPD’s Top Hostage Negotiator – Dominick Misino. Everyone can stand to learn to be a better negotiator. My father knew this when he gave each of his sons copies of this book. I learn something new every time I reread it, and the lessons I’ve learned have come in handy in the real world.
7. Great Fighting Planes – Alan Austin and Anthony Dicks. I have a lot of aviation books. This one is special to me, though, principally because it made its way to me via my grandparents’ suitcase after they took a trip to England in 1992.
12. Goodnight Moon – Margaret Wise Brown. I’ve read a lot of books to my kids over the years. I’ve read Goodnight Moon so many times that I’ve pretty much got it memorized. We’re on our second copy, because the first was loved to death somewhere during Thing #3’s era of being read to. Someday, I hope to be reciting the book to my grandchildren. There’s something deeply soothing about reciting those words at night, then kissing a little one on the forehead and turning out the lights. “Goodnight stars, goodnight air, goodnight noises everywhere.”