Book Meme I - tagged by thicccc
I was tagged by thicccc!
Rules: In a text post, list ten books that have stayed with you in some way. Don’t take but a few minutes, and don’t think too hard — they don’t have to be the “right” or “great” works, just the ones that have touched you. Tag [ten] friends, including me, so I’ll see your list. Make sure you let your friends know you’ve tagged them.
- Bread and Jam for Frances, Russell Hoban. This was my first-ever favorite book. My dad made me a bootleg cassette tape of it on his 8-track dubbing machine, but the tape skipped, so one of the sentences repeats 40x in a row. I always listened to it all the way through every time so I wouldn’t miss anything that came next.
- Ghosts Don’t Eat Potato Chips, Debbie Dadey & Marcia Thornton Jones. There was an independent children’s bookstore in my hometown when I was growing up which hosted monthly book signing events. And I went to all of them. Debbie Dadey and Marcia Thornton-Jones, the co-authors of The Adventures of the Bailey School Kids series—one of my favorites—ran theirs differently than any other writers I met: rather than signing our books, they asked all of us kids to sit at a little table and write, then autograph, a book for them. They said that they had faith that any of us who wanted to become writers could. That blew my mind.
- Meet Samantha, Susan S. Adler. I double-majored in history and creative writing, and it’s like 98% due to the American Girls. Women and girls made at least half of all history and never get credit for it. I plan to help change that.
- Are You There, God? It’s Me, Margaret, Judy Blume. This was the first, and to date only, book I’ve ever read that had a main character whose family background was in ANY way similar to mine, and that was groundbreaking for me. Also Margaret was totally a baby gay, looking back at it now, and I identified with that, too.
- Bat 6, Virginia Euwer Wolff. I read this during the requisite period of “it’s sixth grade and the only thing we learn about is WWII so by default all eleven-year-olds are obsessed with WWII.” I wrote a scathing letter to the school board, asking why we weren’t taught about the Japanese internment camps and war crimes committed by America. They were not pleased with me.
- The Princess Diaries, Meg Cabot. “Judith Gershner, like Michael, is a genius. Judith, like Michael, got into Columbia, early-decision. Judith, like Michael, got a blue ribbon at the annual Albert Einstein High School Biomedical Technology Fair, for her project, in which she cloned a fruitfly. SHE CLONED A FRUITFLY. AT HOME. IN HER BEDROOM. Gee, if you were Michael, who would you date? The girl who can clone things in her room? Or the 5’9” princess who bit her own tongue?”
- LOVE & Other Four-Letter Words, Carolyn Mackler. This was the first even semi-sexual (in a non-puberty-related way) book that I ever read, and that sort of blew my mind, too. The idea that sexuality was a part of actual life, instead of totally separate from “real life” was so alien.
- The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks, e.lockhart. If this book had existed when I was a teenager, my entire life would have turned out differently.
- The Hunger Games, Suzanne Collins. I owe the entirety of my last four years to this book.
- REPLICA series, Marilyn Kaye. 1) This series is 400% just Orphan Black, written 15 years before OB came out, and starring an eighth grader. 2) This was the first scifi series I’d found that starred a girl as the powerful character without taking away her relatability as an eighth grade girl. 3) I had a huge crush on the clones.
And this is Part I because I was also tagged by Emma povverbottoms, and I’ll do that one later.