Every now and then, I come across someone who upon learning that I like to read, will ask me how many books I have read in my life. I stopped responding with an open mouth and wide eyes and then the pulling out my hair. I realized long ago that it was pointless. There are people who think that question can be answered.
Instead, I want to think, I can recall some scenes from books I have read over time; books that made an impression on me. Maybe then, I can give a good answer. So I start…
Phileas Fogg arrives at the Royal Society of Science after going round the world in 80 days, thereby winning his bet.
Angel Hudson arrives in Hollywood
Malcolm Gladwell’s description of Paul Revere’s Midnight Run in The Tipping Point
Lankunle’s crazy outfit
Sadiku spilling the beans to Sidi about Baroka’s alleged ‘condition.’
Dorian Gray plunging the knife into the portrait.
Othello and Desdemona making the ‘beast with two backs.’
Gulliver waking up to find himself the prisoner of the Lilliputians.
Tom Thumb is swallowed by the giant.
Rip van Winkle wakes up after 20 years.
Oedipus slays his dad.
Sydney Carton dies for Charles Darnay in A Tale of Two Cities.
Victor Henry’s cruiser, the USS Northampton is sunk by Japanese torpedoes.
Mary Warren turns on John Proctor and accuses him of ‘witching’ her in front of the magistrate.
The drums grow louder as the end of Udomo nears.
Seriously, who can remember all the stories they’ve read in their life?