I'm scratching my head a bit here to remember what I've read in the last ten years
We have to talk about Kevin, by Lionel Shriver. Quite a nasty story. I was impressed by how deeply the narrator thought about everything. I just can think that hard.
The Remains of The Day, by Kazuo Ishiguro. Quite a sobering book, makes you reflect what you're doing with your life.
Dead Man's Walk, by Larry McMurty. This is one of the Lonesome Dove series, and it goes back to when Captain Call and Captain McCrae were just starting out with the Texas Rangers. I think it's the best of the four.
Captain Corelli's Mandolin, by Louis De Bernieres. Brilliant dialogue, but I didn't like the ending.
Black Ajax, by George MacDonald Fraser. A dramatised account of a black American prize fighter who comes to England to fight the champion, Tom Cribb. I thought Fraser had painted himself into a corner in the middle of the book, but he got out of it brilliantly without there being a sense of let down in the rest of the book.
Mr American, by George MacDonal Fraser. This is about another American who comes to England, this time a wild west outlaw. He marries into an English upper class family. It's a really good book.
About a Boy, by Nick Hornby. I started reading this at bedtime one night and didn't stop reading it till I finished in the morning.
The Long Firm, Jake Arnott. I loved the different perspectives on the same man, especially the Open University lecturer.
He Kills Coppers, Jake Arnott. I thought this was really good too. I especially liked the journalist, occasional serial killer character.
Notes on a Scandal, by Zoe Heller. Another unreliable narrator book, somewhat creepy, depressing and unpleasant.
I really enjoyed The Crucible and All My Sons.
