If you are what you read, then this is an essential element of my story. A few years back, I bought about a half a ton of books that were important to me at different stages of my life. I didn’t go to Bauman’s to purchase pristine first editions for hundreds, even thousands of dollars. I’m not cheap. Well, I’m a little cheap. But I went out and bought used copies. I like books that look and feel like somebody actually read them, and maybe reread them.

My taste in books, and pretty much everything else, is all over the lot. I can prove it right now. Here are some of the books that mean something to me for all sorts of personal reasons.

The Tin Drum, Günter Grass

Mr. Bridge and Mrs. Bridge, Evan S. Connell Jr.

Setting Free the Bears, John Irving

One Hundred Years of Solitude, Gabriel García Márquez

The Exorcist, William Peter Blatty

The Day of the Jackal, Frederick Forsyth

Eye of the Needle, Ken Follett

The Bonfire of the Vanities, Tom Wolfe

The Autobiography of Miss Jane Pittman, Ernest J. Gaines

The Book Thief, Markus Zusak

Ninety-Two in the Shade and The Sporting Club, Thomas McGuane

Night Dogs, Kent Anderson

Double Indemnity, James M. Cain

A Time to Kill, John Grisham

Marathon Man, William Goldman

Anything by Don Winslow or Lee Child

Winter’s Bone, Daniel Woodrell

Goodbye, Columbus and When She Was Good, Philip Roth

A Fan’s Notes, Frederick Exley

Push, Sapphire

Matterhorn, Karl Marlantes

Different Seasons, Stephen King

Cogan’s Trade and The Friends of Eddie Coyle, George V. Higgins

Them, Joyce Carol Oates

Gone Girl, Gillian Flynn

The Virgil Flowers novels, John Sandford

The Forever War, Dexter Filkins

The Natural and The Fixer, Bernard Malamud

Seabiscuit, Laura Hillenbrand

Steps and The Painted Bird, Jerzy Kosinski

All the Pretty Horses, Cormac McCarthy

The French Lieutenant’s Woman, John Fowles

The Seven Storey Mountain, Thomas Merton

The Color Purple, Alice Walker

Birdy, William Wharton

Red Dragon, Thomas Harris

Play It as It Lays, Joan Didion

Fat City, Leonard Gardner

The Armies of the Night, Norman Mailer

Go Tell It on the Mountain, James Baldwin

The Master and Margarita, Mikhail Bulgakov

Our Lady of the Flowers and The Thief’s Journal, Jean Genet

City of Night, John Rechy

Dog Soldiers, Robert Stone

Rage, Fear, and Peril, Bob Woodward

Anything by Ron Chernow

Nine Horses, Billy Collins

All My Friends Are Going to Be Strangers and Leaving Cheyenne, Larry McMurtry

How to Live, or A Life of Montaigne in One Question and Twenty Attempts at an Answer, Sarah Bakewell

The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman, Laurence Sterne

I could go on, but yeah, I read a lot, and I really like books. All kinds of books.

But especially the ones that are dog-eared, beat-up, and look well loved and well read.