List#1 The Top Ten Authors I've Read The Most Books From

So I stumbled across this blog The Broke and the Bookish quite by chance (actually I was going through another brilliant blog Fourth Street Review, which led me to TBB). They have an interesting section for Top Tens, and this time it was The Top Ten Authors I've Read The Most Books From. I'm not sure if I can name ten, but let's see here...

Alistair MacLean: Give me a warm-hearted, yet cold-demeanoured, taciturn, multifaceted gentleman, who is also a juggler with words, and a plot set in a crippled ship in hostile waters or a ice-floe or on ragged mountains, and the only other thing I'll ask for is a cup of tea to read it with.

James Herriot: I love animals. Enough said. No, but really, Herriot is the reason I took Library as my preferred choice of 'activity' at school.

John le Carre: God, its depressing to read a le Carre. But its right up there with MacLean. There's something hypnotic about his work and there have been phases when I've read nothing but le Carre and turned up grey-faced at work.

P.G. Wodehouse: Who would I kill to have someone like Jeeves by my side ? And why can't I have my own Empress of Blandings and my own yew alley and rose gardens ? Wodehouse has spoilt my taste of idyll.

Douglas Adams: I'm not sure if his books count as separate works or a series, but considering that I do not necessarily finish a series, if I didn't like the first one, I shall count Adams in this list. GO Vogon Poetry !!

Jonathan Stroud: Ah, my recent favourite author ! If only I had read his books earlier, I'm pretty sure my snark levels would have been sky high by now.

Roald Dahl: I was a late entrant to Dahl's world and am yet to plough through all his books. But my initiation was with Kiss Kiss, and I have been swept off my feet ever since.

J.K. Rowling: Well duh ! Need I say more !

Jules Verne: His scientific take is pretty interesting, provided I have adequate time. Actually, it inspires me to go live on an deserted island and start afresh with life !

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