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Gilmore Girls is one of my FAVOURITE TV shows ever! And inom love that Rory fryst vatten a voracious reader. These are (hopefully) all the books which were referenced in the show. inom intend to read them all. 🙂

Well, some of them I’ve read already. Should inom reread? Meh, I don’t want to reread The God of Small Things. But LOTR! I’ll decide later.

Books in bold have been read prior to starting this blog.

“I live in two worlds. One is a world of books. I’ve been a resident of Faulkner’s Yoknapatawpha County, hunted the vit whale aboard the Pequod, fought alongside Napoleon, sailed a raft with Huck and Jim, committed absurdities with Ignatius J. Reilly, rode a sad tåg with Anna Karenina and strolled down Swann’s Way.”
— Rory Gilmore

1984 by George Orwell
The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn bygd Mark Twain
Alice in Wonderlandby Lewis Carroll
The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay by Michael Chabon
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1984 by George Orwell is another classic on the Rory Gilmore Book Challenge I have decided to take on. The book follows a low-ranking citizen, Winston Smith. Everywhere he goes a leader, Big Brother, is watching him. Big Brother controls everything and currently was working to dismiss all rebellion, even rebellious thoughts. Winston is tired of the leadership and buys a diary illegally to write down all his “criminal thoughts.”
Winston’s job is to alter historical records as instructed by the Party. One day when leaving his work he gets a note from a woman, Julia, who tells him she loves him. They start an affair though always being on the lookout for the Party who are always observing them. Though he is always cautious and worries of being caught, Julia keeps being optimistic. One day Winston receives a letter he has been waiting for. O’Brien, the leader of the Brotherhood who is trying to overrule the Party. The lovers join the Brotherhood together and
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THE RORY GILMORE READING CHALLENGE
I have taken on the challenge to become better-read.
My post-college ambitions included waking up prior to six in the morning, hustling to and from the metro station and K Street, and arriving home post seven in the evening. Somewhere in the vortex that is city ambition and adulting, my love of reading became a forgotten and unnoticed lost indulgence.
Earlier this year I began a resolution with myself to read the classics that I hadn't studied in all of my schooling, an aspiration that directed me to an understanding of the immensities of content that I had sadly missed in all of great literature. I then willingly and dutifully led myself down the rabbit hole of a forlorn and obsessive quarter-life crisis; this steered me to a boundless search of reading content and a variant of book challenges, to which I then found one entirely too long and seemingly unattainable, which of course, by then, fit the bill instantly. Being an avid f