Your favorite author V. 2
A. and B. StrugatskyYuri Nikitin(especially a series of Strange novels)
Stephen King. The only thing it does not like - his characters often piss and puke. Sometimes it's disgusting to read.
Stephen King. Especially all the novels directly and indirectly associated with the Dark Tower (who read will understand).
MelShlemming
And the fact that the characters that with Your words is often piss and puke, so it is a fact of life that other writers leave overs
Jack London, Kir Bulychev. Yes, I and our like - Kuprin, Pushkin. Who forcibly made to read and understand.
And Alexander, Reid and Kolmogorov.)
Tolkien
Christie
Conan Arthur(it's a good series scored)
and a bunch of single stories,novels,type: Two captains
Mark TWAIN's most beloved, though only two of his books I read. Well, more like Andrzej Sapkowski and John Ronald Tolkien.
Philip Dick, Robert Heinlein, Frank Herbert, Hg Wells, Isaac Asimov, Ray Bradbury.
Alexey Pehov, Stephen King, Brandon Sanderson, Robert Salvatore, Robert Asprin, Marcus Haitz.
I cheekbones vexation brings:
I think that year,
That where I am, life is,
And where there is no me - there is!
And further - more, every day I
Began to hear angry voices:
Where are you - there is only an obsession,
Without you - all the miracles.
You just wait and catch up,
Lying and not afraid to make it,
You laugh less, you know,
You began to forget how to sing!
Like smoke your resources melt
And he hurled everything-
Why? Where you - do not fly there,
And where there is no you, soar.
I believe the cry, howling, barking,
But still, loving friends,
Tease the enemies I don't end up
With him to escape from himself.
Live, not waiting for a miracle,
But swollen veins in shame-
Every time I want out of here
To escape somewhere.
Though all sing, procarbine I
Even all even naked show yourself
Empty all - here - vegetation,
And somewhere out there - such a life!..
Luck me, the Earth spun
And took three pairs of underwear,
I - Shasta - and there! But suddenly wanted
Back where I came.
Vladimir Vysotsky: I Cheekbones Frustration —