My Favourite Books

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Lolita, Vladimir Nabokov (1955)

I recently got into an argument with a friend about Lolita. I contend that it’s one of the most beautiful books ever written, and that it’s twice as amazing because Nabakov wrote it in English (which is his second or third language).

She contended that it was about a child molestor and was inexcusable.
I argued that it was more about chronicling a slightly off-kilter man’s descent into wretched madness and total loathsomeness. A portrait of a child molestor, not necessarily a sanctioning of one.
She held that whatever it was, it was still about a child molestor, and disgusting.

To me, this is the same argument that Huck Finn is a racist book because it depicts racism. I don’t think that portraying something is the same as condoning it.

Plus, the way Nabakov manipulates language is chillingly beautiful. Chilling. So what if half of those chills come from the creep factor of Lolita being a kid? You find yourself seduced by his words and his worldview…and then you remember that he’s talking about a kid, and you feel a little queasy. Hey, if it makes you feel, it’s art, right?


Milk and Honey, Rupi Kaur (2014)

This book has changed me in many ways. Milk and Honey tore through my mind and burrowed deep into my ultra-sensitive soul. It slayed all my emotions, my feminist desires, and my love for vulnerable writing. She writes about love and loss, trauma, and femininity – subjects that I so happen to adore. This collection, while in many ways simple, addresses some of the darkest and most hopeful matters of the human heart. If you enjoy marinating in your feelings or if you often ponder topics like female empowerment, getting over heartbreak, or what it means to love, I would recommend you check out milk and honey asap.


Wuthering Heights, Emily Brontë (1847)

I understand why many people hate this book. Catherine and Heathcliff are monstrous. Monstrous. You won’t like them because they are unlikable. They are irrational, self-absorbed, malicious and pretty much any negative quality you can think a person is capable of possessing without imploding. They seek and destroy and act with no thought to consequence. And I find it fascinating that Emily Bronte chose them to be her central protagonists.

Wuthering Heights is epic, in my humble opinion, because I believe that the scope of this story is monumental. Let me explain: it is a simple tale between two families that are bound in such a way that their fates are irrevocably linked. What affects one, affects the other. Its about Catherine and Heathcliff who fall in love and how their relationship ruins the lives of those around them.




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