Little bits of pleasure
I am inordinately proud of the fact that my favorite book is listed (#73) as is what I consider to be the greatest novel ever written (#4), as well as a few other favorites (#3, #14, and #80).
I think this one was the birth of snark:
47. There was a boy called Eustace Clarence Scrubb, and he almost deserved it. â€”C. S. Lewis, The Voyage of the Dawn Treader (1952)
…and as much as I love Sinclair Lewis, #90 is a disaster.