For the better or for the worst, which book actually affected you. I’ll start, The Virgin Suicides by Jeffrey Eugenides. Such an amazing book, well written and suprised me.
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The blurb on the back stated that each Lisbon sister k1lled themselves one by one. What I was expecting was throughout every 3 or so chapters, a Lisbon sister would kill themselves. But actually, 85% of the book, was only 1 Lisbon sister dead and the other 4 alive until the end when they all k1lled themselves. If I was told that the large majority of the book was just about the Lisbon girls life through the eyes of teenage boys and then eventually in the end they all k1ll themselves, I would probably be less interested in the book. But this book was hard to put down, it was so well written with amazing vocabulary and it spent the right amount of time explaining things (instead of using 12 pages to describe a staircase or only 3 sentences to describe a plot etc). It kept me interested and also with it being on a slightly alarming topic (suicide), it gave the book an eerie feeling which filled me with a strange comfort.
Gone with the wind… this novel made me feel every emotion. I put the book down so many times due to anxiety or fear or anger. There were also happy, exciting, and funny parts
This is a book that I have to visit every couple of years. I read it first in my early twenties and I remember sobbing at the end, for Mel, for Scarlet, for love lost and a life of selfish choices.
Every time I visit with new eyes and life experience and I see things a bit different. I don’t cry anymore, but I always feel sad to never find out if there would ever be a happy ending.
Inevitably, I will walk around saying “damn Yankees” for a couple of weeks afterwards and I get weird looks.