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Something by Robert Munsch
Jurassic Park
Schott’s Original Miscellany. I was a strange third grader, and I’m happy to report that I have grown stranger since.
Inkheart was the book that got me to love reading.And the ironic part is, the audio book book is not available anymore (think its because each chapter starts with an experpt from another book, so rights issues come into play) so now Im searching everywhere for real life Inkheart similar to the characters looking for fictional Inkheart.
The Golden Compass by Philip Pullman
I was 11 when the book came out, so I was the perfect demographic for it. That book played such a pivotal role in my life at that age. I remember being excited for the next books and waiting for their releases.
I’m 41 now and I still will pick up any book by Pullman and read it. He is my very first favorite author.
I see many of my favorites, so I’ll throw down the first book I really remember loving as a kid because it is so touching:
The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein
The Book Thief
As a small child: The Very Hungry Caterpillar
As a teen: Lightning by Dean R. Koontz
As a high-schooler: Island by Aldous Huxley
Chicken Soup for the Soul
An English book of short stories.
There was a YA book called The Haunting of Alaizabel Cray that I remember really capturing my imagination when I was 10 or 11. I think I must have read Eragon around that time too and really enjoyed it.
I think I started diving into the Discworld series shortly after that.
The hitchhikers guide to the galaxy
Edit: by Douglas Adams (yeah, like that addition was needed)
I felt personally offended when my teenage son was like yeah it’s OK.
So that’s why you gave him up for adoption ;)
There is a theory which states that if ever anyone discovers exactly what the Universe is for and why it is here, it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable. There is another theory which states that this has already happened.
As crazy as what we’ve discovered with physics and consciousness in the last two years, I legitimately think there may be something to it.
Like, maybe the scientific pursuit of measuring the tiniest possible details has a butterfly effect that makes everything in a level we notice completely fucking insane.
Like how Google maps when you zoom in it replaces all the pixels. Maybe zooming in anywhere causes a snowball effect where everything everywhere suddenly needs to also be determined at that level, and that’s why shit at the “human level” isn’t running right.
There’s so much in those books that sound so stupid in the surface, but honestly aren’t as far fet he’d as they initially seem.
Gives me Philip K Dick vibes but with some of the best comedic writing ever instead of meth induced paranoia like Dick.
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It’s a toss up between Crispin and House of the Scorpion… I read them back to back and they defined everything I liked going forward
Richard Scarry’s “What do people do all day” is such a fun book that even now I wish I had again just to flip through the pages and see the intricacies of the drawings
Where Red Fern Grows by Wilson Rawls. I read that book over and over wore out two copies. Funny I went from that to The Talisman by Stephen King and Peter Straub. I did the same with that book. I also would check out any Hank the Cowdog books that our school library had.
Truly tough question. Because as a kid I feel in love with any book I picked up and read. To me books are magical. You can get lost in a world and become part of it.
As a kid, the first book that really got me hooked was Ender’s Game.
Another one around the same time was Raptor Red.
Nothing too crazy, I was a kid after all.
