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Top ten book list

I had a friend at work today ask me for my top ten books I have ever read. I really had to think about it, because there are different ways books are my favorites, but then there are others that I look at and say, “I loved this book…hated the writing, but loved the story…story was ‘meh’ but the writing was beautiful…” etc. I figured it would be fun to post it here along with explanations of how I came to them, what they are about, or what I loved about them.

10. The Shadow of the Wind (2005) by , translated by Lucia Graves. An epic mystery set in 1945 Barcelona that I randomly picked up in an airport bookstore when I forgot my reading material and it hooked me in a way that I really didn’t expect. I’m not normally into mysteries, but this one was great. Something about how it is written just had me, which is really saying something for a book that I expected to read half of and then potentially “forget” at my mom’s house before flying home.

9. The Mouse that Roared (1955) by Leonard Wibberly. It’s a classic about a small duchy that decides it is economically sound to declare war on the United States. I found an old copy of this at a used bookstore where you filled a paper bag with books for only $5, and it tugged at the international relations major in me.

8. The Art of Racing in the Rain (2006) by Garth Stein. A dog’s whole life told from his perspective and how his family changed over time. I read this after my old man puppy, Zero, was put down at age 16 and it was quite possibly the absolute best thing I could have read at the time.

7. The Tripods Collection (1967-1988) by John Christopher. It’s a series of four books about a young man who refuses to be enslaved by the alien race that at age 13 “caps” people making them the dutiful little servants humans should be. My fourth grade teacher read these to us and I searched for years to find old copies of them here and there until they republished them in the early 2000’s. It’s kind of a young adult scifi from before the young adult genre existed.

6. Stardust (1999) by Neil Gaiman. Amazing fairy tale with witches and spells and stars falling from the sky. A favorite book of mine by a favorite author. Oh, and the movie is also a personal favorite (on the top ten list for movies).

5. The comics that make up the Civil War series in the Marvel Universe. Okay, technically comic books, but they put what you need to get the story line together. Ironman vs. Captain America: should super humans register with the government? I am fully on Cap’s side of the superhuman civil war in arguing that they should be free to protect their identity as well as society. Yes, the movie is coming out but oh, the comics are soooooooo good. #teamcap

4. Nickel and Dimed: On (Not) Getting By In America (2001) by Barbara Ehrenreich. A woman reports on what it is like to live on minimum wage. The first non-fiction book on my list and one of the reasons I decided to do Americorps as well as why I decided to become a social worker. Poverty sucks, yo.

3. Orange is the New Black (2010) by Piper Kerman. The book that inspired the Netflix series is about a woman’s experience in prison years after she had completely changed her life. I wrote a whole review of it here, something I rarely do. This book is another one of the major things that inspired me to go into social work and work with the population I chose to dedicate my professional life to (youth with substance use problems and juvenile justice involvement).

2. Ella Enchanted (1997) by Gail Carson Levine. Cinderella with a curse that she must obey everything. The world is well developed; it’s a light and fun fairy tale. I loved it so much that I stole the copy I have from the middle school library when I moved at age 10. I even took this book to college with me because it seems like no matter how I am feeling (sad, angry, elated, etc) re-reading this book always ends well for me. I think I pick it up every 2-3 years or so and read it again.  


1. The Stand (1978) by Stephen King. Completely engrossing story of a super flu wiping out 95% of the population and how people come together afterwards. Just don’t read it if you have the sniffles. Summer colds are the worst.  

Honorable mentions: Almost anything by Chuck Palahniuk, The Tortall Series by Tamora Pierce, The Harry Potter books by J.K. Rowling, and The Kronos Series by Rysa Walker. All also great, possibly even considered to be life-changing. They just got edged out a little bit in how different books have impacted me over the years. (I am still completely an HP nerd. I swear.) 

I ain't afraid of no books.

I love to read. I like to read lots of different books, most of which are fiction. I think I generally like fiction better because at the end I know that no matter what happened in the book, it wasn't real. Those characters I connected to are not real people, no matter how real they may have seemed. When they die or have something horrible happen to them I am sad because one of my new friends just got hurt, but at the end of the day I can separate the fact from the fiction and be perfectly fine with the outcome.
That being said, I tend to stay away from non-fiction.This is mostly because I know that I can't just fake my way out of the sorrow and heartache I have for the characters in whatever non-fiction book I may be reading because they aren't characters at all. At the end of the book when a character dies or has some kind of horrible circumstance, it is real. Every person you meet in a non-fiction book is out there somewhere, living their life and suffering their pains (if they have them).
I don't know why, but I have been on a non-fiction kick lately (I define kick here as having read two non-fiction books in the last three months that weren't assigned by a professor). Perhaps this has something to do with the fact that I am growing up and opening myself up to the strife of the real world. I am okay with reading about real issues for pleasure (does it count as reading for pleasure if it makes you cry?) and accepting that they are real. I might not be able to save the world and solve the issues presented, but I can make myself a little more aware of them and help in what little ways I can.
The two books that have prompted this musing are Orange is the New Black by Piper Kerman and The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks by Rebecca Skloot. I highly recommend both of them (one of which I already mentioned in another blog in May) and think that many of you will enjoy them.
Orange is the New Black is about a woman who enters the federal prison system ten years after committing the crime of which she was convicted. The book chronicles the interesting make up of the group of women in the low-security prison she is sent to and brings up some very interesting issues with how the system is handled. The book reads like a letter from a good friend, and at the end of it I felt like I knew some of the women personally. The whole thing is made even better knowing that Kerman now works with non-profits to improve how they use media to get their messages out.
The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks is about cells taken from a woman in 1951 that have since been grown and regrown in the billions and used in extensive medical research. These cells were the first human cells to successfully live outside of the human body and have led to the polio vaccine, HPV research, and countless other valuable medical miracles. The main issue is that they were taken without the consent of Henrietta Lacks or her family. I am not a science person at all, but Skloot was able to write all of the technical science in a way that I had no problem understanding. I was able to get past the science and look at the issue of cell ownership, how research has been done in the past, and a very moving story about how Henrietta's family has dealt with finding out years later that a part of their mother was not only still alive but very important to medicine. Like Kerman, Skloot has taken the issue to heart and formed the Henrietta Lacks foundation, and proceeds from the book are donated to ensure that Lacks' grand children will have resources to go to college.
Moral of the story: don't be afraid of non-fiction. I don't think I am anymore.
Moral of the story 2.0: go buy both of these books. They are wonderful and you won't regret it.

I have learned so much over the past month...

That I haven't been blogging about all of the things I have learned for fear of not being able to go through them all and choose only 7 a week.*

*The above statement is false. I have been learning things, as one learns things all of the time. I have simply been too busy lazy to actually keep track of them like I should in order to maintain this blog.

Instead of keeping track of learn-y things, I have been a busy bee in terms of:
1. Reading awesome books. The Angel's Game by Carlos Ruiz Zafon and Orange is the New Black by Piper Kerman. I highly recommend both for very different reasons. The first is a gothic thriller set in Barcelona. The second is a memoir about a woman's year in a federal prison camp. Go buy them, download them, or check them out from the library. They are wonderful.
2. Traveling to El Paso to meet members of the boyfriend's family and see where he grew up. I went sand sledding. It was wonderful. I think that was the first week my hands have been warm since November.
3. Toying with the idea of making a cooking blog to keep track of the adventures in the kitchen. This is mostly in response to my new rule of trying out at least 1 new recipe and/or perfecting one recent attempt at a new recipe a week.
4. Cleaning in preparation for the arrivals of several house guests. My most recent college roommate visited this past weekend, the roommate from before her and her boyfriend will visit this weekend, and my parents (dramatic music) will visit the weekend of Easter. Fun times have been and will continue to be had.
5. Trying to plan Easter. I have never done a family holiday before. I might hide under a blanket until it is over.
6. Getting pinned by the boy. Ain't he sweet?

Anyway, there are the excuses. Enjoy.