I asked for books for Christmas. I’m THAT girl.
Not school books either, real actual novels. I’m talking the good stuff, too. The Great Gatsby, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, Alice in Wonderland, and of course, the always funny, Tina Fey’s Bossypants. I unwrapped each one slowly after pulling them out of my stocking, and something settled inside me. Magic, probably. That’s what books hold within them; magic. Think Peter Pan. Tinkerbell. Fairy Dust.
More recently, and just within the first week of spring semester, I have finished the novel Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson (I recommend Prom, too), for the second time. This, at least was an assignment. You know that feeling right before you finish the book? You’re not quite on the last page, but nearing the end, and you suddenly second-guess finishing the book and just retreating to the first page to re-read it entirely, while skipping the ending altogether? That’s when you know you’ve found a good book. Or you have post-its highlighting parts you liked, lines you fell in love with, and images you couldn’t get out of your head. Like me.
Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson
“David stares at Mr. Neck, looks at the flag for a minute, then picks up his books and walks out of the room. He says a million things without saying a word. I make a note to study David Petrakis. I have never heard a more eloquent silence.” (page 57).
Check it out here, you won’t be sorry.