Hana wa sakuragi, hito wa bushi
I love books. My mum has a lot of books, we barely can find a place to them. So many books I found in my house and so many I bought myself during undergraduates years. When Italian professors in high school wanted us students to read – “because you have to read, you don’t read enough” – probably thinking we used to read only children’s book, I laughed. I read children’s book til I was 10-12, then my mum introduced me a quantity of books, thereby a lot of different topics.
I don’t like labels, so it’s always difficult to tell which book (movie, colour, food, song….) is my favourite overall. So, when asked which my fav book is, I answer The Class written by Erich Segal, because always read it with pleasure and joy, and I never get tired of it.
In the last years, as I already wrote, I bought books and books and books and manga (Ouran Host Club, Bisco Hatori, Love Berrish, Nana Haruta and Sakura-Hime Kaden, Arina Tanemura are my beloved ones). Here’s a list of the books I loved the most (original title but most in Italian):
Dall’Alto I Problemi Sembrano Più Piccoli, Paolo Nespoli
The Sun Kings. The Unexpected Tragedy Of Richard Carrington And The Tale Of How Modern Astronomy Began, Stuart Clark
Dalla Terra Alla Luna. Il Progetto Apollo 40 Anni Dopo, Umberto Guidoni
Vulcani, Sabrina Mugnos
Sasame Yuki, Tanizaki Jun’Ichiro
Cent’Anni Di Racconti Dal Giappone, AAVV
The Happy Prince, The Selfish Giant, The Fisherman And His Soul, The Star-Child, Oscar Wilde
The Picture Of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde
Gaia: A New Look At Life On Earth, James Lovelock
The Right Stuff, Tom Wolfe
Marie Antoinette. Bildnis eines mittleren Charakters, Stefan Zweig
Samurai, Endō Shūsaku
Plus, Banana Yoshimoto and Liala. A lot.
I’m trying to get the better of Genji Monogatari and waiting for The Orbital Perspective by Col. Ron Garan.