We asked our librarians what some of their favorite titles that contain a number are, and here are their answers!
The Dust of 100 Dogs by A. S. King – This is a very compelling story. I wish it was a little more fleshed out and it’d be cool if there was more about the dogs but maybe I’m biased. Still, a fun pirate tale of reincarnation.
Seveneves by Neal Stephenson – This is a longer, scifi tale about what would happen if the moon blew up. It is very well thought out, hard scifi with science that was either well researched or researched enough to fool my engineer school drop-out brain!
Books:
One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest by Ken Kesey
Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing by Judy Blume
Movies:
25th Hour
Se7en
28 Days Later
Fifth Element
10 Things I Hate About You
Games:
Persona 5
Resident Evil 7 (AKA Biohazard)
Movies:
8 1/2
The Seventh Seal
Books:
Dementia 21 by Kago
One Hundred Apocalypses and Other Apocalypses by Lucy Corin
Iraq +100 Edited by Hassan Blasim
The Crying of Lot 49 by Thomas Pynchon
1Q84 by Haruki Murakami
3 Sections by Vijay Seshadri
Mao II by Don Delillo
2666 by Roberto Bolano
Station Eleven by Emily St. John Mandel
14 by Peter Clines
The One by Kiera Cass (but read The Selection and The Elite first!)
Ready Player One by Ernest Cline
Child 44 by Tom Rob Smith
The Basic Eight by Daniel Handler
The Thirteenth Tale by Diane Setterfield
Station Eleven is an eerie, dystopian novel by Emily St. John Mandel about the collapse of civilization after a flu pandemic that delves into the past and future and describes how events unfold through the eyes of different witnesses, including nomadic survivors.
I listened to the entire book during my commutes to work and the following quote ran chills down my spine:
“No more diving into pools of chlorinated water lit green from below. No more ball games played out under floodlights. No more porch lights with moths fluttering on summer nights. No more trains running under the surface of cities on the dazzling power of the electric third rail. No more cities. No more films, except rarely, except with a generator drowning out half the dialogue, and only then for the first little while until the fuel for the generators ran out, because automobile gas goes stale after two or three years. Aviation gas lasts longer, but it was difficult to come by.
No more screens shining in the half-light as people raise their phones above the crowd to take pictures of concert states. No more concert stages lit by candy-colored halogens, no more electronica, punk, electric guitars.
No more pharmaceuticals. No more certainty of surviving a scratch on one’s hand, a cut on a finger while chopping vegetables for dinner, a dog bite.
No more flight. No more towns glimpsed from the sky through airplane windows, points of glimmering light; no more looking down from thirty thousand feet and imagining the lives lit up by those lights at that moment. No more airplanes, no more requests to put your tray table in its upright and locked position – but no, this wasn’t true, there were still airplanes here and there. They stood dormant on runways and in hangars. They collected snow on their wings. In the cold months, they were ideal for food storage. In summer the ones near orchards were filled with trays of fruit that dehydrated in the heat. Teenagers snuck into them to have sex. Rust blossomed and streaked.
No more countries, all borders unmanned.
No more fire departments, no more police. No more road maintenance or garbage pickup. No more spacecraft rising up from Cape Canaveral, from the Baikonur Cosmodrome, from Vandenburg, Plesetsk, Tanegashima, burning paths through the atmosphere into space.
No more Internet. No more social media, no more scrolling through litanies of dreams and nervous hopes and photographs of lunches, cries for help and expressions of contentment and relationship-status updates with heart icons whole or broken, plans to meet up later, pleas, complaints, desires, pictures of babies dressed as bears or peppers for Halloween. No more reading and commenting on the lives of others, and in so doing, feeling slightly less alone in the room. No more avatars.” ― Emily St. John Mandel
Have a favorite that’s got a number in the title? Let us know in the comments below!
Magic for Liars by Sarah Gailey
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Wild by Cheryl Strayed 
Haunting of Hill House and Through the Woods capture fall motifs in a really interesting way.
Picture books: Oh No, George! by Chris Haughton and We Don’t Eat Our Classmates by Ryan T. Higgins
Drama: Harry Potter and the Cursed Child by J.K. Rowling, Jack Thorne, and John Tiffany
Benway, which is YA fiction.)
Homegoing / Yaa Gyasi
The House of the Spirits / Isabel Allende
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