Wow, I can’t believe it’s almost Thanksgiving already. This year really flew by. I hope everyone gets to go home and see their families and eat lots of delicious turkey on Thursday! Safe travels, friends!
1. Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can’t Stop Talking – Susan Cain. I just finished reading this book and I haven’t gotten around to reviewing it yet, but it was amazing. I finally felt…validated. And I’m not even really an “extreme” introvert, either, but reading this book was like reading about myself. It was uncanny. If you’ve ever felt like retreating from a party or staying in on a Saturday night to read a book or watch a movie, this book is for you.
2. The Stand – Stephen King. The first Stephen King book I read—the one that started a lifelong obsession/hobby/whatever. I love you, Stephen King!
3. Harry Potter – J. K. Rowling. I think this one is self-explanatory.
4. Pride and Prejudice – Jane Austen. The first “real literature” I ever enjoyed. Thank you, Jane Austen, for opening my eyes to the fact that just because it’s assigned in school doesn’t mean it has to suck.
5. The Best Nest and Are You My Mother? – P. D. Eastman. These are the very first books I can remember reading (or, I guess, the first books I can remember being read to me). Big thank you to my parents and to P. D. Eastman for making me a lifelong reader.
6. The Picture of Dorian Gray – Oscar Wilde. Okay, I’m going to be really corny here for a second and say I’m super thankful that I read this book in high school because I was able to sound like I knew SOMETHING about it when my boyfriend and I just met and he was telling me how much he enjoys Oscar Wilde. Yay for pre-romantic conversations about books!
7. Ender’s Game – Orson Scott Card. Not only is this just an awesome book, it has also helped me forge connections with quite a few people. I’ve lent it out to several of my friends and not a single one disliked it (of course, I’m not counting the coworker to whom I apparently explained the premise rather badly and who refused to read about “babies in space”).
8. Kiss The Girls – James Patterson. This is kind of backwards and kind of mean, but I’m thankful I read this book because now I’ll never be tempted to waste money on a James Patterson novel (plus I’m really glad I only spent 25 cents on this one).
9. R is for Rocket – Ray Bradbury. We read a few stories from this collection in seventh grade English class. It was my first real experience with science fiction and I LOVED it. Thank you, Mr. DeFrancesco, for assigning stories like “A Sound of Thunder” and “Frost and Fire.”
10. The Thurber Carnival – James Thurber (Andrew’s Pick). I had some trouble coming up with all 10, so I asked Andrew for his input. He says he’s thankful for this collection of Thurber’s essays and short stories because it was his first comprehensive introduction to American literature and “thanks to The Thurber Carnival, I didn’t hate it.”by