This is a thing they do over at The Broke and the Bookish and which I’ve seen done on TrishaDM’s blog since I started following her, and I decided I wanted to try it! Unfortunately, due to a busy night, I’m sliding this in just after Tuesday.
Anyway, here it is: My top ten books/authors I am thankful for, in no particular order. This one was very Sophie’s Choice for me.
- Louise Rennison. Her books (especially the Georgia Nicolson series) are hilarious. I started reading them when I was fourteen and they are still among my favorites.
- JK Rowling. Is this a copout? I don’t care. Have you heard of wrock? Have you ever worked in a bookstore or library and seen how many kids get excited about reading for the first time because of these books? The Harry Potter series is just amazing and the fan community is, as well.
- Noel Streatfeild. Ballet Shoes is one of the earliest chapter books I can recall reading and I remember getting it with my grandma on a trip to Borders when I was eight or nine. I loved all the Shoes books and still read them occasionally.
- Judy Blume. Judy Blume has changed the lives of countless readers, whether with her Fudge series or with books like Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret and Forever . . ., and she’s influenced many of my favorite authors. She taught me pretty much everything I needed to know about adolescence and I was 100% prepared for my parents to get divorced (though they never did).
- Jaclyn Moriarty. My first Aussie YA author! Her Ashbury/Brookfield series makes me laugh and cry, often at the same time.
- Jennifer Armentrout’s Lux Series. I discovered these recently while trying to use up my Kobo coupons. I saw Obsidian described in a Goodreads review as “what Twilight could’ve been if Stephenie Meyer had done it right,” and I agree. There’s paranormal elements, high school problems, sarcastic friends and paramours, and some hot making out. I approve.
- F. Scott Fitzgerald. I’m not sure how many people go through their angsty phase in high school reading The Great Gatsby and The Love of the Last Tycoon, but I did. I still get lost in his poetic style and the stories of bright young things who are always more preoccupied with what they don’t have than what they do.
- Hold Still by Nina LaCour. After Caitlin’s best friend, Ingrid, kills herself, Caitlin is left to rebuild her own life while trying to understand why Ingrid committed suicide. Art is used as both an escape and therapy. LaCour’s prose is exquisite. I think this is an important book, as it is not only deals with suicide and depression in a sensitive manner, but shows the repercussions of Ingrid’s actions without stealing the focus from Caitlin. It is a beautifully written novel which helped me through some of my own hard times.
- The Hunger Games trilogy. I devoured (no pun intended) this series in three days and reread it almost immediately after finishing Mockingjay. I love what these books have done, not only for YA dystopian fiction but for YA in general. And Katniss is an incredibly strong female character—so refreshing, especially in a land of Bella Swans and her ilk.
- The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky. This feels especially timely given the recent release of the film version. I read this book for the first time when I was twelve years old. One of my best friends brought her copy to some Girl Scout weekend-long thing and I remember sitting in my mom’s minivan with her and our other BFF, poring over it and knowing I needed that book. I remember the subsequent trip to Barnes & Noble. My copy is well-worn, dog-eared and underlined at spots. Perks was such an important part of my adolescence and has remained one of my favorite reads of all time.