I’m so excited. I love Thanksgiving. Not as much as Christmas but more than Halloween. I like being home and cozy and eating lots of good food and beginning Christmas celebrations and seeing friends and family.
What does Halloween have to offer compared to that?
Anyway. Because I love Thanksgiving I want to write a post about it. But because I am appreciating my time at home and also the film White Christmas (which is the best Christmas movie hands down no question), I’m going to do a relatively-brief-at-least-for-me-which-isn’t-saying-much post
So here are some books I’m grateful for!
As everyone knows, I love Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and am physically incapable of shutting up about it for even one second.
This book, in addition to just being a great reading experience, SOMEHOW MANAGED TO DEEPEN MY LOVE FOR THE ORIGINAL ALICE.
It did the impossible. And now I am even more insufferable. And also grateful for it.
Also not surprising.
I am grateful for this book for a number of reasons:
- it restored my faith in YA
- these books are so magical
- the characters are lovely and I never love characters
- great villains
- amazing setting
- beautiful writing
But I’m mostly grateful because they brought Richard Gansey III into this world.
I am such trash for this book!!!
It is seriously so beautiful. It makes me feel SO MANY EMOTIONS AND THAT RARELY HAPPENS.
Am I saying I’m grateful for this book helping me to remember that I’m a person capable of feeling things?
But also it’s such a gorgeous story and it makes me remember that people and life and books are capable of being really beautiful.
I AM SO GLAD THIS BOOK EXISTS.
I went on a huge feminist-collections-with-pretty-illustrations kick after this, but none quite lived up to this.
It’s just honestly really empowering to read a book that acknowledges there have always been amazing women, whether or not they were noted in their lifetimes, who are making huge changes, and those women are of all different ethnicities and abilities and economic classes and anyway it’s just amazing. I love this book so much and I’m extremely grateful for it.
I know this book is trash. It’s got cheating and insta-friendships and normal-teenage-girl villainizing and drama and it’s so so so cheesy and cliché.
I love it so much.
I could reread it a million times. It’s so comforting to me. I’ve read it at times when I’ve been really anxious or stressed or unhappy and it’s like a damn security blanket.
But if a security blanket involved hot French guys.
I am well aware that it’s coming to the point where I basically talk about the same four books all the time. Just this book and Alice and The Raven Cycle and A Series of Unfortunate Events.
But I’m totally f*cking fine with that because THEY’RE THE BEST BOOKS EVER.
This book is so funny and magical and unique and the characters are amazing and so is the setting and the writing, but more than that it introduced me to the wonder of Emily Henry, who is now the great love of my life, obviously.
My gratitude for this book is occasionally overshadowed by my gratitude that it was a summer reading book when I was in high school, because I really can’t imagine another point at which I would be willing and/or able to pick up a six hundred page biblical retelling by John Steinbeck.
And this book is really gorgeous and what if I missed out on it!!! Can you imagine!!!
I want to reread this but will I? Could I? How? When???
So there’s a small number of books I’m grateful for! Now I’m going to get dressed because it’s 2 p.m. and I’m wearing head-to-toe sweats.
I hope all you Americans have a happy Thanksgiving! And everyone else just has…a nice Thursday?