Reading is personal. A book that sends one’s friends into raptures—A Gentleman in Moscow, let’s say—may strike you as absurdly twee. One that critics insist is a masterpiece—perhaps The Corrections—may make you so irritable you begin resenting not only the book but everyone who has ever praised it. Like all art, the books you revere are finally just that: the books you revere.

A few years ago, The New York Times published its list of the 100 best books of this century. I had read many of the novels they chose—the list included both fiction and nonfiction—and, whatever else may be said for it, it is not a list I would have made.

So I made my own. You can thank me for stopping at 25.*

These are the novels I see as classics of tomorrow. They are books that astonished me when I first read them and held up when I read them again. Each has characters I have never forgotten, plots that kept me absorbed, and sentences that made me stop and swoon. I have not, of course, read every novel published in the past twenty-five years. This is not the canon. It is the list I can honestly make.

I’ve listed them in chronological order and offered no explanations. I’m curious to know what you think of my choices—and which books would be on your list.

Here they are.

*It did not escape my notice that there are no Black authors on this list. Had I expanded the list to another 25 years, there would be plenty. I’d have included The Song of Solomon by Toni Morrison, The Color Purple by Alice Walker, Roots by Alex Haley, and The Women of Brewster Place by Gloria Naylor at the very least. There are several current Black authors I really like—Walter Mosley, Attica Locke, S. A. Cosby, Talia Hibbert, Jasmine Guillory—but they all write genre fiction and very of that made my list.

**Yes, this is a collection of short stories but, for me, it functions as a novel.

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