My dear scroller, hello again! I grandly apologize from my absence (if you perhaps noticed). We had a bit of a… situation at home and I didn't really have the time nor the energy to write anything. Well, at least not anything positive. But that's behind us and so today we fight again and write 3 challenges at the same time! Quite wild, eh?

Firstly, we're going make another list! But this one's a tricky one too… It's always tricky, this matter of books, isn't it? What do you like to read? Which one's your favourite? Who do you identify with the most? I mean… you can't POSSIBLY give a straight answer to any of those questions. Picking a favourite book is like picking a favourite star form the sky!

Also: some (read: all) of these books have a story behind them so this might be quite long. I'm not sure how this will go… I wanted to write the list of three but honestly that's not possible, so I'll »try« to make a list of five (not in any specifically order). I'm warning you: this will be veeeerryyy long.
So here's to day three: Make a list of your favourite books:

1. Daughter of the Moon (slo.: Hči lune) by Desa Muk.
I read this book a long time ago but because, as you'll see later, this book was (is) extremely important to me, I thought it absolutely deserves a place on this list. Now, this book was written in my first language and it's the reason I fell in love with books really. It's kind of a funny story, as they usually are. You see, I hated books when I was little. Hated. The thing was… the only books I was in contact with were the ones we had to read for school and honestly, they were the most boring books anyone could think of. My parents tried to convince me that they were interesting by reading them to me with fake enthusiasm (I knew it was fake because on more than one occasion they fell asleep as they were reading them, I'm not even kidding). Anyways, let's jump a few years ahead. I was in fifth grade (I think I was 10 at the time) and now, as we were the »old« kids and the »cool« ones, we could do a lot of »cool« things like choosing a book we want to read for school by ourselves. I chose Daughter of the Moon. I liked the title but had absolutely no idea what it was about. I honestly thought it will be a fantasy novel with a lot of magic and a princess whose mother is in fact a moon (I didn't really know how word play works). Just a short summary of the book: it's a very short teen novel, capturing all the problems and interests of a 14-year old girl, who likes to write fantasy stories about herself (so basically a fanfiction) and her love life. She talks to the moon, because she believes her dead mother could be communicating with her through it (note: she doesn't). It's a comedy, romance, coming-of-age novel. And guys… I enjoyed a book for the very first time. No, seriously. I've read it 11 times. 11 TIMES! I knew every word, every dialog… I loved it. I loved it more that I could possibly say. And that was my »beginning« so to speak. It came a bit late, but that's okay. The progress was slow (I didn't read anything before, unless I absolutely HAD to, so just getting used to reading wasn't as easy as I thought) but it was a progress non-the less.

2. The Harry Potter series by J. K. Rowling
Oh, you can't possibly expect me to choose my favourite one, now can you? After I started to enjoy reading, my mom brought me the first Harry Potter book (I think I just saw the movie when I was 9(?), I know because I waited until I turned 11 and then until September and then I waited until the next year – maybe they made a mistake – running to the postman, waiting for my letter… it never came. Now of course I know that in the time my letter was supposed to be made, the battle of Hogwarts took place and the post office wasn't working. I'm still waiting.). I remember I enjoyed it (obviously) but it was a bit hard for me, because I wasn't used to read something that's over 200 pages, even if it was one of the most interesting books I've ever read. I did read it though and a few years later I read the others as well. I loved it. I cried, I laughed… I'm re-reading it now, after so many years, and my lovely reader I truly wasn't ready. The first sentence in the first book…

The Boy Who Lived

Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.

At this point I was already tearing up, I was full of goose bumps, my hands were shaking and my heart was beating. My dad walked to me and wanted to ask me something I suppose but as soon as he saw the book I was reading he just went: sigh »Again? « and I still mentally kick myself for not saying »Always. « in response. Instead, I just rolled my eyes, saying I've only read it once before which is obviously not enough. I just finished the third book yesterday and obviously it has a happy ending but I cried for like 10 minutes, knowing what's about to happen. I just cried. It was 3am and I was sobbing on my bed, wanting to read the next one badly but also not wanting to read it because, you know, things… happen and because I don't want it to end. The story meant to me so much as a child and I would be lying if I said it doesn't affect me now as well. It's definitely one of my favourites. Every. Single. Book. In. The. Series.

3. The Fellowship of the Ring by J. R. R. Tolkien
Now, the Lord of the Rings was another lovely thing in my life. I've only ever read the first one, but it's still one of my favourites. The thing was… I was about 12, 13 I think when I've read it. And this book was long for me back then. I was used to reading 200p books at most and then Tolkien came with his masterpiece with what, around 1000p? It was a lot. I've been reading it for like 6 months. Now, there's a story behind this franchise too. When I was about 6, Lotr was on TV (the Fellowship) and my father watched it (big fan). I wanted to watch it as well but when my mother saw what we were doing, she sent me away, saying it was not meant for a 6-year-old girl (she was right of course, but honestly at that time I was so devastated). I didn't know a lot of fantasy movies back then and god, I yearned for it. I would secretly crawl back when my mom was in the shower and then again later when she fell asleep. But at some point, I think I made some noise and my dad thought I wanted to snick in. He told me to go to bed and I did. I was tired at this point and went to sleep. My mother was, of course, right. I didn't see much of the film but I was afraid of the dark, thinking black riders will come and get me, for a very long time. I truly was too young (not that I'll ever give the satisfaction of my revelation).
A few years later (I was about 9, 10) we moved to a house (we lived in a flat before). Soon after my mother and my older sister went on a trip of some kind. I'm not sure. I don't even know if they went together, I just know they weren't home for the weekend. So, me and my dad were alone. Back then we still used those movie cassettes and there were video shops, where you could borrow these cassettes. Anyways, as soon as they've left us we went there and my dad borrowed all three movies of Lotr. We watched one each day, usually in the afternoon/evening, except for the last one, which we watched in the late morning (which was like super exciting for me), because my mother and my sister were supposed to return home in the afternoon. They didn't have a clue (neither of them likes this genre) and I had the best time. It was so amazing… it was magical and new and beautiful and REAL! I still remember how mesmerized I was by the whole thing… anyways, after I've watched it, my dad told me it's actually based on a book trilogy. Now, if you'll remember, that was the time I started to realize just how extraordinary books can be, so I thought maybe I could read it. I was too intimidated by the huge books though, so I read The Hobbit instead. I really enjoyed it, but it wasn't the real thing. So, when I turned 12, 13 I wanted to give it a try and I did read it and it's still one of my favourites. I want to read everything still, so I've finished Silmarillion last year and I want to finish The Children of Húrin this year. What Tolkien did is one of the most amazing things I've ever seen. He created his own world to such explicit detail with new languages, that are so well constructed you can actually learn them, and races and politics… It still amazes me. His imagination was extraordinary and I feel privileged for it to be a part of my life.

4. Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen
I won't write about this one that much (yeah, sorry about that. I couldn't help it). This story met me a bit later that the previous ones. After I've watched the film I really wanted to read the book too and I wouldn't be lying if I said that this book got me into classics. I read Shakespeare before (nothing special: Romeo and Juliet and a few sonnets), but nothing more (at least not willingly). So, I was quite surprised to know that classics can be just as fun and witty as the contemporary books I've read (at this point I've already read quite a few books). It wasn't always as interesting as the other books and there might be a moment or two, when I was bored (note: it was the first classic novel I read by choice during the summer holidays). But nevertheless, I enjoyed it. I loved the story, I LOVED Lizzy! My mother always said I was a bit like Lizzy (stubborn, witty and defiant) but my sister was a perfect Jane (most beautiful girl in our little town, incredibly kind – which is still her only fault – and intelligent). I always imagined that women were submissive and naïve in the classic literature but honestly, I was pleasantly surprised by Austen's wit and humour. I read a few of her other books and I did enjoy them but not nearly as much as P&P and I got bored more often. Still, she counts as one of my favourite classic writers, I adore her style and think she was way ahead of her time.

5. Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë
Now this one I've only read recently and dear lord I was so surprised. I thought I'd be bored but kind of wanted to read it, you know, to give it a try like you give a try to a new dessert. Anyways, I expected a boring romance novel with helpless damsel in distress and a prince charming coming to rescue. I did watch the film before I liked it, but it wasn’t one of my favourites. But the book. The book! I was so pleasantly surprised! It was witty, it was down to earth, it was progressive in its time, it was captivating and astonishing. Bronte writes so wonderfully and beautifully yet so very »ordinary« and »classically«. But honestly there's nothing classic about it at all! Jane is so strong-minded, morally evolved and yet full of innocence and honesty in all their complexity and frankness. It's surprisingly simple yet intricate.

6. Sherlock Holmes by A. C. Doyle
Hhahahahah! I lied!I There are more than 5 books(series) on ths list! I'm so sorry, but I couldn't just ignore it. I love Sherlock so much. No seriously, it's not healthy. I've read all the short stories and the few longer ones. Of course, I loved some a bit more than the others, but I can't possibly pick a favourite one. Doyle is witty and funny and awfully interesting. Holmes and Watson are soul mates and no one can convince me otherwise. Their characteristics make the captivating murder mysteries even more intriguing and lovable. The characters play such a big part of my life, it's crazy to imagine my life without them. Do you ever get so involved with the story you feel like you know the characters personally? Do you? You come home, tired and exhausted, you lie on the bed and start to talk with your family, feeling like you've only now really returned home, even if you've been home for a few minutes or even hours. But in reality, you're not talking to your real family but to the book characters. You're entering yet another wonderfully exciting story, standing by your friends' sides, thinking, solving and fighting with them. I love them. I just love them. My boys.

Now, I could still go on and on because they are so many more! Game of thrones by J. R. R. Martin (I've only read the first one from the Song of Ice and Fire series, so I can't speak for the rest of them), a lot of Agatha Christie, Dan Brown and Shakespeare, Is it just me? By Miranda Hart, Eugene Onegin by Alexandr Puškin, many works by Oscar Wilde… Oh, there are just so many! And I'm sorry for writing so widely and about so few of them. But… well, I don't have a 'but'. I mean I do have an anatomical butt, but not the literary 'but'. So frankly, I'm just an asshole for writing this much. I'm sorry. Or am I…? *DUN*DUN*DUN*

Well, there are two more articles to be written today, so I better stop with this one, huh? I'm sorry, again (for real this time). Thank you, if you've actually read the whole thing, which is strange but awfully lovely of you. You have my thanks and my admiration. I shake your hands and give a warm hug (unless if you don't want a hug. It can be just a high-five).

See you later, alligator! Although if you truly ARE an alligator the whole situation's a bit odd. Well, all to its own. You do you. If you're an alligator be an awesome alligator. I'm cheering for you.

K bye