Favourite Book?

[Kaidou]

I didn't read much, but Catch 22 by Joseph Heller was a pretty good read.

 

[steve007]

I'm Loven the new cover art of KINZURDIA! Tell me what you think?

 

[Mackmire]

I don't really read much anymore these days, but I love Alastair Reynolds' books. They have a lot of great concepts in them.

 

[Stephano]

The Road

 

[Old]

 

[Deleted member 377734]

Opinion has changed since i opened this thread, my favorite piece of fiction is now TGAB. The Gods are Bastards, a free to read web serial. 11/10.

 

[NicknameGoesHere]

Ready Player One

 

[gasaonjigo]

My favorite in 2017: A Dog's Purpose

 

[Condarkness_XY]

I like mystery, thriller, and comedy. I also like SCI-Fi, and fantasy as well. But if I had to choose a favorite book, it would have to be Jack Reacher Killing Floor. That book really made me continue to read.

 

[GhostLatte]

I now consider The Stranger by Albert Camus to be my favorite novel.

 

[Deleted member 377734]

....and it's changed again, this time for good, the best piece of fiction EVER conceived is A Practical Guide to Evil. just read this excerpt from it.
a bit long, but worth it.

“We don’t get real victories, Catherine. Oh, we usurp a throne for a few years. Or win a handful of battles. Once in a while, we even win a war and stay on top long enough for people to believe we are unbeatable.”

His eyes turned hard.

“Then the heroes come.”

I’d seen many sides to this man, since I had first met him. I’d seen him cold and vicious, on the night he’d made a game of Mazus for my edification. I’d seen his face turn into an emotionless clay mask and humanity slide off his face like droplets, on the day he’d Spoken to me. Once I’d even seen him shaken, when the Tower had received a Red Letter. But the look he had on his face now I had only glimpsed once before, when I’d quoted the Book of All Things on the subject of fate. There was an old, implacable anger to his frame. For the first time in my life, I understood why people called becoming angry ‘getting mad’. There was a madness in him now, nearly visible to the eye. That should have scared me but perhaps there was some of it in me too, some orphan slip of a girl who believed she could snatch a nation from the jaws of wolves and make it her own.

“It doesn’t matter how flawless the scheme was, how impregnable the fortress or powerful the magical weapon,” he said. “It always ends with a band of adolescents shouting utter platitudes as they tear it all down. The game is rigged so that we lose, every single time.”

He smiled at me, a dark sardonic thing.

“Half the world, turned into a prop for the glory of the other half.”

The worst of it, I thought, was that I intimately understood where he was coming from. I still had the image burned into my eyelids of the Lone Swordsman effortlessly cutting his way through a full line of my men on his way to me, making a mockery of every skill I’d earned with his and battering down the strength of my Name with the superior might of his own. It had stung, when I’d realized how… easy that had all been for him. That if Warlock hadn’t stepped in I’d be dead, and all my friends with me. It had felt like he’d been chosen to win before the fight had ever started. Even Hunter, who’d failed to be my equal but had simply refused to go down. All the things that had made heroes heroic when I was a child had become infuriating now.

“Ah, you’ve had a taste of it yourself,” he murmured. “How much worse it must be, coming from a culture that still teaches you you can win. We don’t even have that, Catherine. The hope of the happy ending. We get to cackle on the way down the cliff, or maybe curse our killer with our last breath. You’ve read the stories, and stories are the lifeblood of Names.”

“Villains aren’t powerless,” I said.

He laughed. “Oh, if the heroes deserved their victories against us, I would make my peace with it. But they don’t, do they? Your sullen little nemesis gets to swing an angel’s feather, while you make do with steel and wiles. That’s always the way of it. At the last moment they’re taught a secret spell by a dead man, or your mortal weakness is revealed to them or they somehow manage to master a power in a day that would take a villain twenty years to own. Gods, I’ve even heard of Choirs stepping in to settle a losing fight. The sheer fucking arrogance of it.”

The second time I’d ever heard him swear, and it surprised me as much as the last. Teeth bared, he leaned forward.

“None of it is earned. It is handed to them, and this offends me.”

And when a villain disliked an aspect of Creation, they broke it. As simple as that. Of all the things that being a villain entailed I had grasped this one the easiest. What that said about me, I preferred not to think about.

“You asked me what I want,” Black said. “This once, just this once, I want us to win.”

The smile across his face was a cutting, vicious thing.

“To spit in the eyes of the Hashmallim. To trample the pride of all those glorious, righteous princes. To scatter their wizards and make their oracles liars. Just to prove that it can be done.”

There was something his eyes burning like coals and embers.

“So that five hundred years from now, a band of heroes shiver in the dark of night. Because they know that no matter how powerful their sword or righteous their cause, there was once a time it wasn’t enough. That even victories ordained by the Heavens can broken by the will of men.”

A heartbeat passed and then he sagged into his seat, as if the words had drained something. The embers in his eyes cooled. I sat in my rickety chair, and thought. A long moment passed.

“Monster,” I finally said.

A single word, carrying with it the faint memory of fear and a dark alley. Of a black cloak warming my frame on a cold night. It felt like an offered hand.

His lips twitched into something almost a smile. “The very worst kind,” he replied.

A hand clasped. I closed my eyes, and wondered whether I’d just saved my homeland or sold it.

I did not get much sleep that night.

 

[Dreamhigh1708]

Phantom by Susan Kay !Good use of multiple narrative forms !

 

[Juanita]

In Search of Lost Time by Marcel Proust and Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes are two of my favourites.

 

[saltysalamander]

Oh lord I have so many favourites.

My current favourite is Daughter of Smoke and Bone by Laini Taylor.

 

[dogmarch]

for a series, it's the chronicles of the imaginarium geographica.

the thief lord by cornelia funke is good, too.

 

[Deleted User]

The anthology of Edgar Allan Poe.
But my very favourite so far is:
Bola de Sebo by Guy de Maupassant

 

[MugsySiegel]

My favorite book would be Odd Thomas.

 

[Strule]

Dang that's hard!
I'll pick Desperation from Stephen King

 

[NighthunterXXX]

The last stand. Stephen King

 

[Song of storms]

Pride and Prejudice.