I'm not really sure what will happen two years from now, so I can't say if I will be writing reviews for early 20th century American novels in 2015, or if I will be dead, or if I will be so famous from my books that I won't give a rat's ass about doing this anymore. Or maybe I'll be bogged down at work, trying to save my job as an aging computer programmer with teenage kids and won't have time to do anything but sink into a deep funk with my whole life in a rut, watching the world speed past me as I slowly die inside, forgetting about literature and bathing and all concerns of the world around me.
Assuming I do make it this far, here are the books that I hope to read.
- Tobacco Road, Erskine Caldwell (1932)
- The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald (1925)
- White Fang, Jack London (1906)
- Cross Creek, Marjorie Rawlings (1942)
- A High Wind in Jamaica, Richard Hughes (1929) - Not American, I know. But I still want to read it.
- Many more