Is this the end of the challenge?

I think the reading challenge has jumped the shark so I am going to do some radical combinations and rearrangements and finish it up now.

First, is there a book I tell people I’ve read, but haven’t actually finished? Yes there is but I always admit that I have a hundred pages to go. Still, if I never get back to it (especially since I will inevitably have to start back at the beginning) I tell people I have read Bleak House by Charles Dickens. I suspect my favorite scene in any book is in those unread hundred pages since I can’t think of anything better.

And now for some favorites:  my favorite book I read in school was Ulysses by James Joyce which was also my favorite fiction book and if you read back a few posts, it was the adult book I read the most and going all the way back to the first post in this challenge, it was my favorite book. It looks like I have a strong attraction to Ulysses and if I had a coffee table I would surely have a copy of Ulysses conveniently placed for my guests to remind themselves of a passage during a heated conversation on Bloomsday (I also have a signed copy of Hillerman Country if a guest is more attracted to Chinle Wash than to a Dublin public house).

Just a few short posts back I gave a list of everything I am currently reading but I will be more specific and suggest that I am concentrating on A Frolic of His Own by William Gaddis. I am reading this for the Experimental Fiction group and cannot say enough good things about Gaddis’ abilities as a novelist (there was even an earlier post about Gaddis). I also previously suggested that the next book I was going to read (start-to-read) was Ferdydurke by Witold Gombrowicz. Does it seem that these question are overlapping and repetitious?

And in conclusion, there is no such thing as non-fiction. Some books are more representative of life but they are still all fiction. Only life is life: writing about life is fiction.

Okay. What do I win?