Three great books

There are so many superb books out there, and I've been reading many of them. I love to read a good book. I don't know what I would do without a good book to read. Well, I know what I do now -- I go to the library.

My mind is blown away by all the incredibly well-written books out there with such amazing stories to tell, and they're all available to us. God bless Carnegie for giving us public libraries.

Here's one excellent book I read months ago -- Sing Them Home, by Stephanie Kallos.  If I had blogged about this book closer to the time I read it, I would have told you much more about. I do remember the beginning and ending of the book, and I remember it transported me. You have to read it.

I am talking about incredible books. Each one is amazing, and like the dancing princesses in a fairy tale, each one is more exquisite than the one before! I suppose if I had read these books in a different order, this would still be the case.

Another great book is Birds without Wings by Louis De Bernieres, who also wrote Corelli's Mandolin. I would have chosen a different title, but no title could possibly be good enough to represent the power of this book. Outstanding, one of a kind, oh, so powerful. Amazing book. Read it. I wouldn't have missed it for the world.

And the last of these three magical books is The Last of the Angels, A Modern Iraqi Novel by Fadhil al-Azzawi.  This is a book that is so original and, I think, of mythical proportions. There is surprise on, well, not every page, but many. I defy you to read this book without your mouth just hanging open in awe.

I have this fantasy where I am tied to a chair, and I am being interrogated and tortured to tell which of these three books is the best of all, and I can't do it. Each is so exquisite and powerful. Each one of a kind. Which of these three books is the best of all? It is a question that cannot be answered. You read them all and tell me.