Xanthe posted:It may sound immature but Harry Potter series spoke to me in a way books never did before. The world that exists in them is so similar to ours but it isn't at the same time. There was a period of time that all I did was exist in those books and when I wasn't reading them I felt I was wasting time not reading them over and over.
The messages of love and friendship in them really touched me.
Those books are the greatest gift I ever got for Christmas. I love them with all my heart.
That's the sweetest thing. I'm currently reading the order of the Phoenix and am forcing myself to take my time with it and not rush though it...I get so overenthused and want to inhale a book whole, but these books are as you describe, sacred treasures
Book that changed me, a memoir called Lucky by Alice Sebold (who also wrote the really popular book the Lovely Bones which is coming out in the theaters next month.) I remember the way in which she wrote sucked me in, I felt like I was part of her journey somehow, like I wasn't a reader but the person actually feeling what she was. She talks about her life and some of the serious bad things that happened to her, you don't pity her though. You respect her and root for her and the all those positive thing come back to you, it's just a book that made me feel stronger, better...lucky to be alive.