Yes. But it won't happen immediately.



I meant to look him up, but then I forgot.



I read some of her. The last was The Good Terrorist. I also have The Cleft waiting on my shelf.



I've only read My Name is Read, or whatever it is called in English; but I fully intend to get hold of more.



I am sensing a pattern. The sad thing is it only just hit me.




I have every intention of reading Foe.




I've only read his writing on other writiers.




Oooh. I did. I have no idea which book it was. I was too young to actually understand anything I read.



Always meant to.



An Anarchist's Diary was one of those texts I happened upon at an impressionable stage of my youth. I always meant to read more.






You know, I tried. When she was awarded the prize. I suspect that is why I never sat down to read through the laureates. I really didn't like her The Bluest Eyes. To be fair I was 12 at the time, I think. I should probably give her a second go at some point.




Only a short story, I think. I can't remember what it was called.










I read Lord of the Flies when I was too young to appreciate anything but it being horribly disgusting at times. Probably around the Toni Morrison incident.



Of course. Rather a lot.





No. He has a cool name, though.







Hehe. A Swede. No.



Another Swede. Hmmmm. No.





Rather a lot. I read all his poetry that I could lay my hands on when I was 15. I like him.



I liked (if that is the word) his One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovitch, but I still haven't finished The Gulag Archipelago. I always meant to read more of him.



Naturally. I love Beckett. I have mostly read his plays, though.








Yes. Some short stories. "Le Mur", I remember, made quite an impression. "Les Mains Salles", "La Nausée" and some other stuff. And some extracts from his philosophising.



Tortilla Flat was always one of my favourite books, but I haven't read it is a couple of years now. I was less impressed with his East of Eden, but I intend to read Of Mice and Men.


Bridge over Drina was both amazing and unbelievably upsetting. I intend to read The Consuls, or whatever it is called in English.




Dr Zhivago, obviously. But nothing else, I think.


L'Etranger and parts of Le Mythe de Sisyphe, which I intend to read the whole of. I'm sure there is more, but I cannot think of anything.





Ick. Short stories, which I didn't mind, but I never warmed to him as a novelist.



Some extracts of his book on history of English speaking people.




I was sure I had read some of his, but when I checked wikipedia for the title, I couldn't find it. I might be confusing him with someone else.



Some essay or other.



I know I should read The sound and the fury. It just sounds too depressing for words, so I haven't gotten round to it.



Quite a few poems, and some essays on literature.



An essay on Surrealism, but none of his actual work, I think.


Siddharta. A long time ago. I should probably reread.









I always meant to. I've read a lot about him, and some extracts, but nothing in its entirety I think.




I have The Forsythe Saga, but I haven't read it yet.





Ooooh. I LIKE. The short stories are excellent, and I just now remembered that Doctor Faustus is waiting for me to finish it. It got stuck in Norway.



I am not a great fan, but when I was 12 or so I read Kristin Lavransdatter and liked it.



Only philosophy.



Mrs Warren's Profession, Pygmalion and rather a lot of newspaper clippings and opinions. He was the Jury foreman in the Trial of John Jasper in 1914 and caused quite an uproar by giving a unilateral judgement.




Some poetry. I like him.




I have a pretty old edition of Thaïs which I plan on reading at some point.



While I like Sult (Hunger), some of his other stuff is absolute shit. Victoria made a pretty good job of putting me off the man for good.












I have read Christ Legends and a cartoon version of Nils Holgersson, which I fully intend to read for real.




Some bad poetry, some good short stories, I think (come to think of it they may have been extracts from books), and a version of The Jungle Book which I feel sure was shortened beyond recognition.



Quo Vadis when I was 11. It almost made me religious.





I am Norwegian and from Molde. Avoiding Bjørnson would be tricky.




Some poems.


I would have liked to see Ibsen and Lindgren on that list.