Finished: Journey To the End of the Night (Celine) Dark, negative, depressing book about a few years in one French man's life. "I'd always worried about being practically empty, about having no serious reason for living. And now, confronted with the facts, I was sure of my individual nullity. In that environment, too different from the ones where my petty habits were at home, I seem to have disintegrated, I felt very close to nonexistence. I discovered that with no one to speak to me of familiar things, there was nothing to stop me from sinking into irresistible boredom, a terrifying, sickly sweet torpor. Nauseating." Uggh, over 400 pages of negative narrative like that. This was hard to read for a person who is generally positive and optimistic. I don't really feel like rehashing the plot, because it just involves the very negative, unmotivated, cowardly, selfish Ferdinand Bardamu as he fights in the war, does a stint in the colonies of Africa, is indentured on a ship to America, escapes from the ship, works in the Ford factory, generally detests America, makes his way back to Paris, becomes a sub par doctor, doesn't save anyone...mostly due to his non-effort and caring, etc. etc. Blech...Top 100? No way. On to book # 100! :-)