Books That Changed My Life

and made me love reading
  1. Mandy
    I remember reading this book until the binding fell apart. I couldn't wait to get into bed at night and escape into Mandy's story. An orphan girl finds a secret house in the woods behind her orphanage and plants beds of flowers and makes it her own. I searched for a similar house in the woods behind my house for months!
  2. The Babysitters Club
    The books that furthered my love for reading. I became a member of their book club and received 4 books/month. I read them within the first week and had to wait a painstakingly 3 weeks to receive more. They were the literary crack of my childhood. I <3ed Dawn so much!
  3. A Widow For One Year
    The first "adult" book I read, that wasn't required by school, at the tender age of 15. The sex scenes excited me and made me feel exhilarated. This book began my long love affair with John Irving novels. And boy did I fall hard for his writing.
  4. Watership Down
    My mom suggested I read this the summer before my sophomore year of high school. I rolled my eyes when she told me that it was about bunnies. Boy was I wrong! I became so enthralled with the story that I bawled when it was over. One of the few books I've read over and over again.
  5. We Were the Mulvaneys
    Another book that began a love affair with an author. I loved and still love Joyce Carol Oates' style — her complex plots and lengthy novels. Reading her books is like a big down comforter keeping me warm at night. I was completely immersed within the Mulvaneys' story and the flawed characters she created.
  6. One More Thing
    I'm not one to read a book of short stories (see above), but "One More Thing" ignited a spark within me. I laughed out loud throughout the whole book (as well as cried and cringed). I went on a frenzy of reading comedy books/comedian memoirs afterwards (Sedaris, Kaling, Poehler and Fey).
  7. What book/s changed you?
  8. The Catcher in the Rye
    I read it my sophomore year, and I realized the alienation I was feeling was not unique to just me. It was a feeling other people could and do feel. However, my senior year we read it for an exam and everyone was so harsh and judgmental towards Holden, that I realized in that moment that we are all different people, living different lives and as a result see the world in very different ways.
    Suggested by   @catharuin