it doesn’t have to be your favorite book or anything. It can be any book that you find yourself thinking of with a sense of pride for having read it.
Personally, I am really proud of myself for not DNFing A Little Life and pushing forward. I read a very good chunk of that book with tears running down my face–mind you, I was reading it on my phone during lectures for the entirety of my first semester last year–and I was always on the verge of putting it down just because of the horrible content. Also, it was pretty long; too long, actually. So when I was done, I was simultaneously Heartbroken, broken (just like in general), and relieved. It was truly a feat.
An honorable mention is A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens, because I swear to God I did not understand a single thing about it even 10 chapters in. Charles Dickens is too much.
My sweetest, deearest Jonathan,
Mine is Dracula. I’ve never been much of a reader, but I’ve always wanted to read some “origin” story of Dracula, since everyone knows who that is.
Certainly, a really good read.
Yours, truly and forevermore,
Mina Harker
I loved Dracula. Especially as most of it is in letter or diary form. Like Diary of Anne Frank. Dracula is also on my “most adaptions ever made” list. Ok, i don’t have a list.