Favorite books

I was in the 9th grade.  In my reading class, we had to choose a classic book to read and do a presentation on.  Any classic book.  The year before, I had read A Tree Grows in Brooklyn for this assignment.  One friend was going to try to read Les Miserables.  Another would be reading 1984.  But I was lost.

So I went to my teacher for guidance.  To this day, I don’t understand how she knew me so well.  Yes, it was her second year as my teacher.  Yes, I had her for a very small class.  But how did she know so perfectly what book I would like?  And that I would fall so deeply in love with it?

I don’t remember much of my first reading of The Great Gatsby.  I remember gasping out loud at the end though, feeling heartbroken.  I DO remember begging my parents for a copy and reading that copy once a year for the following ten years or so.  I remember reading it in 11th grade English class and feeling superior because I was the only one who knew what was going to happen.  I remember being terrified (but pleasantly surprised) by the movie with DiCaprio.  What would they do to my favorite book?

No matter how many times I read it, I never get sick of F. Scott Fitzgerald’s words or of the characters.  In fact, I want to go and read it now.

Do you remember when you discovered your favorite book?


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