The Twilight Series by Stephenie Meyer
Team Jacob? Team Edward? I was team both.
I remember sitting in my middle school English class face deep in one of four of Stephenie Meyer’s Twilight Saga books. We had to have a book to read (not related to classes) for class and I couldn’t put down.
I got a thrill from reading about a vampire and werewolf fighting over this human girl.
Unfortunately as soon as high school hit, I stopped reading for fun. Who has time to read for fun when you have so many assigned textbook readings?
The Fault in Our Stars by John Green
I never pick up a book to marvel at its impact on society.
I never pick up a book to satisfy an intellectual craving, or to digest a political issue, or to dissect a hidden meaning.
I pick up a book for the same reason I watch television: it’s entertaining.
Before I got a job, school got hard, and before my baby brother extinguished the last few ounces of quiet in the house, I used to read all day long. I read so much that when I got in trouble, my mom would ground me from it.
I’ve never been able to answer when I’m asked about my favorite book. Mostly because I’ve read so many books that they’re scattered across my brain like a messy library.
Except for one book.
There’s only one book I’ve ever reread: The Fault in Our Stars by John Green. I know, it’s cliche, cheesy, and mushy and I know it’s geared toward 15-year-old girls with emotional spikes. That’s probably why I loved it so much. I was a hopelessly romantic high school girl sitting on my patio with a box of tissues, squinting to finish the book through my teary eyes.
But John Green is right: “Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book.”