Finnegan’s Wake. For obvious reasons. I read it in college and found it quite fun, not to say I really understood much of any of it. But reading it out loud a bit at a time over the course of 8-9 months became a joyful, silly, meditative practice for me. I don’t think anything will ever take it’s place as my most accomplished read. Unless I someday find it in me to try to tackle like, all of Prousts In Search of Lost Time or something.

I’ve also read the entirety of The Bible (I studied religion in college so it’s not that big of a deal to me I guess). War and Peace, the Count of Monte Cristo, and some other large books that people usually hold up as their most accomplished reads don’t mean a whole lot to me; I found them both to be incredibly readable, especially the Count of Monte Cristo, which I would probably consider my favorite book of all time.

I read this back in July for the first time. I didn’t love it as much as some, but I’d be lying if I said that it doesnt pop into my brain for one reason or another at least weekly. Fascinating, messy beast of a book.