The 5 books that left a hole in my heart

Some books are just a wild roller coaster ride from start to finish – they reach inside of you and mess with your soul. Others have a massive plot twist at the ending that comes out of nowhere and hits you like a freight train and leaves you shattered. There have been many books that left me dazed, confused and frankly just plain upset. Here are 5 of them.

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Starstruck at Book Expo America

My bosses decided to bring me to Book Expo America in New York because my job is to oversee our sales in the US. However, what they didn’t know was that I would turn into a massive fangirl as soon as I set foot on BEA’s fancy yellow carpets. It all started this morning, when I spotted Conan O’Brian sitting next to us at breakfast. The amount of celebrities I spotted throughout the day only went up from that point.

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To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield


It was a particularly hot day at the end of May. We were nearing the end of the semester, and the entire lecture hall was craving an early end so we could go sit outside and enjoy a well-deserved ice cream. It was 3 in the afternoon and my head was buzzing with the heat and all the information on Alfred Tennyson that the professor was throwing in our faces. I didn’t care about poetry. I didn’t care about Tennyson. I didn’t care about how passionate my professor was about him. I just wanted the lecture to end and go outside and enjoy the last carefree days of the semester. And yet our professor rambled on for another full hour about Tennyson and his oh so famous poem Ulysses and how it still carries a universal message even though it is set during the Ancient Greek period. I really couldn’t care less.
You see, I always enjoyed my English literature lectures at university. One professor in particular was incredibly passionate about British literature and poetry after the 1800s, and he never failed to fascinate me. But poetry was never my forte. No, let me state it differently. I understood poetry and I could ramble on about oxymorons, parallels, and sonnets like my life depended on it (which was often the case during oral exams), I just never really got it. I didn’t understand how it moved people. It just seemed so incredibly corny. I love a good short story like Shirley Jackson’s The Lottery or a book secretly conveying great social commentary like Gulliver’s Travels (wait, no, scratch that – I never even made it through GT), but I didn’t love poetry. I didn’t care about Tennyson and his Ulysses at all. He was just a name in my English Lit notes. Until now.

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The book I wish I’d written: The Spectacular Now

the-spectacular-nowAs a writer, you’ll always have that one book that you wish you had written yourself, whether it’s because of the gripping narrative style, the mind-blowing plot, or the realistically complex characters. The Spectacular Now is mine.

Allow me to paint you a little picture. It’s February. It’s cold, windy, and terribly dreary outside. I’m suffering from what feels like the worst flu in the history of humanity. After two days of high fever, stomach cramps, and thumping headaches, I decide that the only way that I’m getting through this is with the help of a good book. I reach for my saddeningly high pile of new books and come up with The Spectacular Now.

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The Saga of the Unfinished Books

Most people’s bedside tables hold one or two books. Most people read one, two, maybe three books at the same time.

I am not most people.

My bedside table is currently decorated with a whopping 12 books that I have yet to finish. According to my Goodreads account, I am currently reading 15 books. The sad part? I haven’t even been reading a lot lately. I suffer from the opposite of the urge for completion.

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