Five more books! I don’t know how to easily start the list to count from “5” and count up from there, so I’m just letting wordpress do it’s thing and start with a “1.” I have nothing to prove to you wordpress! Nothing!
- Declare by Tim Powers
This is probably my favorite book ever written. While I really enjoyed Last Call and Anubis Gates, there was they way he took WWII history, mixed it with some cold war history from the 1960’s, and then connected everything together with a Lovecraftian Mythos. The way he writes the unknowable and unnameable is fantastic, and I am currently in the process of my yearly read of this book.
- Guards! Guards!, Witches Abroad, and Lords and Ladies by Terry Pratchett
These are three separate books, and I know I’m cheating, but I really sort of consider all of Discworld to be one book. I think, in a way, I tend to like books in series because it helps immerse the reader into the world, and I don’t see things as “books I like” so much as “worlds I like.” These three books are my favorites of Pratchett’s, with my three favorite characters (in no particular order) are: The Patrician, Samual Vimes, and Nanny Ogg.
- The Nurses Journals in Fallout 3, just outside of the Germantown Police Station
Okay, I know it’s not from a book or anything, but when we talk about world building, this was when the game world became real to me. I spent a good hour searching for old computer terminals and reading what the nurses (or were they doctors?) were trying to do to help with the radiation sickness, and it was as engrossing as anything you’d read in On the Beach or Alas, Babylon.
- Parable of the Sower by Octavia Butler
This sort of rocked my world when I first read it. I’d read a few “wasteland” sort of books, (including the above On the Beach and Alas, Babylon) but none had the sheer terror and feel to them that Parable of the Sower did. By the time I made it to the end of the book, I was sweating and a bit traumatized. I never had the guts to read the sequel in the story, because as ambiguous as the book ends, it’s ambiguous enough that I can squint and pretend it was on a happy-ish note.
- Brain Plague by Joan Slonczewski
How easy of a title is that? And I always forget the dang thing. I’m always trying to explain this book to people: “It’s about these people who can get nanotech put into their bloodstreams, and what the public doesn’t realize is that the nanos are sentient and that they’ve formed communities, and like other communities, sometimes they are at war with other ones, and then there’s this artist, and she gets some, and then she wonders if her art is better because of her, or because of the nanotech, or if it’s just the fame of having had the nanotech implants, and then there’s this whole conspiracy where….” …where I have to take a breath because, yes, I did that all in one long run-on sentence. I know I’m not the only one that’s read this book, but there are times I feel so alone trying to explain just how great this book was.