Number nine here is from an author who made it on the countdown twice last year (and I’ll be honest will probably make the countdown every year). The Man Who Was Thursday by G.K. Chesterton was probably one of the strangest books that I have ever read. I read it during my time in bed after my ankle injury (see the tag ankler).
I had enjoyed my previous outings with my favorite Catholic writer. However, this time felt like I was in a daze (and not from the Loratab). This book, subtitled a nightmare, holds true. It seemed surreal. I could never really wrap my head around what really was going on, which indeed was the way the main character, Thursday, as he is named, felt.
This is certainly a book that I will read again not necessarily for its greatness but just so I can understand better what Chesterton was doing.
It is a great read despite the fuzziness. The characters are well layered and the plot moves along quickly.
It’s not a summer read. It’s more suited for a rainy day, a hurricane, or for you who are from up north, a snow storm.