Favourites and fosters

No this isn't a post about my favourite fosters. That would just be mean. Although I do have favourite fosters just like every parent has a favourite child I'm sure, but I'm not going to commit to it in the blogosphere.

The favourites refers to favourite books. I am on a personal mission to read more good books and want to know what other people out there (pop culture and nostalgic junkies like myself) consider their favourite book. Being a true commitment phobe I cannot commit to one book myself, so even a few recommendations would be great.  For me, The Lovely Bones is a great story, no matter how sappy that makes me. I have written on the book and film adaptation so don't feel the need to review it again.
High Fidelity (by Nick Hornby) is another favourite, along with the movie which I may review in the future. And even though reading Stephen King is akin to being caught masturbating according to some, I still enjoy a lot of his stories.
So please share in the comments section, I've had great recommendations from Sadako and Nikki previously and need more!

In regards to the fosters portion of title, this is Jasper.

Jasper is a purebred 4 year old border collie from a country town around 2 hours from my city. He was abused by 2 smallish boys who lived next door to him, who would throw stuff at him, open the gate etc. One day Jasper had enough and bit one of the boys. Well as you can imagine Momma was indignant and called the ranger who took Jasper away. Eventually a court case was held and Jasper was found innocent as the boys were antagonising him. What this all means in the end is that Jasper's owner could no longer keep him as she still lived next door to this family who would presumably be more annoying than ever now.
Jasper is a great dog, very affectionate but has a none too healthy habit of thinking he needs to herd up cars. Which means we don't walk him near busy roads. Aside from that, he's lovely and I'm surprised I still have him after 2 weeks. As you can imagine, purebred dogs are like gold in the animal rescue world and I thought he would have been snapped up by now. He is a bit wary of new people as is understandable but is still okay around kids which is surprising.

Rambo update! He has been adopted by my grandparents who are a respectable 65-70ish age. They have an older dog who has just taken on such a motherly role with little Rambie and they have a lot of fun. I was so excited that it all worked out, and I can still see him grow up. Awww.

Love those ears!