The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck

This book secured Steinbeck in my list of great authors (I was turned onto Steinbeck by East of Eden, which is now in my top 10 books "of all time"). I'm so glad I didn't have to read this for school, because I would have probably ended up hating it. Instead Wuthering Heights/Emily Bronte and Huck Finn/Mark Twain got served those odious fates.

CONSUMED: in my apartment, and on the trains of New York

The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay by Michael Chabon

Reviewing this book is probably a foolish task. So I won't even try. All I will say is that this book renewed my faith in contemporary literature, reminded me about the joy of looking up a word in a dictionary, and held me so fast that I was loathe to finish it.

Please. Do yourself the hugest favour and read this book.

CONSUMED: in planes, bedrooms, hotel rooms, buses, subways, living rooms scattered around Canada and the US, over the course of 2 months