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Canadian eh

http://www.cbc.ca/books/books100quiz.html

CBC came out with a list, 100 novels that make you proud to be Canadian! The page allows one to go through the list and check off the novels they've read (I've attached the link above). To my disgrace I had only read 2 of the 100 novels listed in full. There were 2 others I started reading last year but have yet to finish. Suddenly not feeling like a very good Canadian. I've been too intoxicated by American and British authors. Time for a change. A new goal that may even potentially tear me away from exorbitant Netflix usage! I'm going to try and go through at least 10 novels from this list for this year. I have lots of other series I'm working through so I don't want to make an unrealistic goal but I do want to encourage reading over TV viewing.

So far I've read:
1. Fifth Business by Robertson Davies
2. The Book of Negroes by Lawrence Hill

I started:
3. The Outlander by Gill Adamson
4. Life of Pi by Yann Martel

I borrowed from the lovely Michelle:
5. Fugitive Pieces by Anne Michaels
6. 419 by Will Ferguson
7. The Birth House by Ami McKay
8. The Stone Diaries by Carol Shields

That should be a good start. We'll see how things go over the next little while!

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  1. CatnipJuly 13, 2014 at 11:25 PM

    Amanda thanks for this link! I was appalled that I had only read one or two books on the list! I was also appalled that Anne of Green Gables was not listed! I own a few of the books like Fifth Business and Sunshine Sketches of a Small Town. I plan to read those eventually but maybe this list will move them up for me. I am looking forward to read alternate books for authors I already enjoy, like Carol Shields. Happy reading!

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