Sometimes I think back to certain stages of my life and wish that I’d known about a certain book so that I could’ve read it and saved myself a lot of misery. So I’m going to use this post to indulge my fantasy of having a time machine full of books to give myself at certain miserable stages of my life.
2nd – 4th Grades
Instead of reading 39,483,209 Sweet Valley Twins books, in which everything generally turns out sunny in the end, and which always made me feel like crap because my life was pretty stormy—I would hand my bespectacled little self the complete Series of Unfortunate Events. Things frequently suck for the Baudelaire children, and it would’ve been good for me to see how they got themselves out of catastrophes. And I know I would’ve appreciated the snarky humor and had ample opportunities to use my parents’ fat dictionary and complete set of Super Nice Encyclopedias to get all of the references.
I read Wuthering Heights for the first time when I was 14, and I wildly misinterpreted it. I still love the, but not for the same reasons. Thankfully, I was too shy to love my love interest at the time, who gave me the book I KNOW I KNOW, in the way that Catherine and Heathcliff “loved” each other. This is the age at which I would have super-identified with Bella Swan from Twilight, but I didn’t need any of that noise in my life either. Instead of either of these books, I wish I could give freshman me the Thursday Next series by Jasper Fforde because Jane Eyre for life, and also because I would’ve had a substantial number of references to figure out, just like with the Snicket books. Those would have led me to so many other amazing reads that weren’t about obsessive love.
Actually, I wouldn’t change anything about this particular reading year. I bought The Bell Jar and Ani DiFranco’s album Up Up Up Up Up Up on the same day, reading and listening to them simultaneously, flopped on my bed, as soon as I got home. It was an oddly perfect experience.
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That’s it for me. Now, I read what I want when I want, and my life is cool and awesome most of the time, so I don’t always need the perfect book to make it all okay. Occasionally, I get in a rut, so I explore a new genre or author. I go back to the classics or (most recently) dive into comics.
If you could go back in time and give a book to yourself in a time of need, what book would it be?