We asked our bloggers to tell us about the books for which they are most thankful. Here's what they said:
I am thankful for Murder on the Orient Express by Agatha Christie. I discovered this book in high school and it introduced me to Christie's obsessive detective Hercule Poirot and his little grey cells. It turned me into a lifelong Christie fan, and I reread her novels to this day – even when I know the ending.
The book I am thankful for is Persuasion by Jane Austen. The heroine of this novel, Anne Elliot, finds happiness with her true love after overcoming quite a few obstacles on the way. This story taught me to never give up, to believe in myself and not to be easily persuaded by other people.
Years ago, my friend Andrea and I started a book club. The first book we read was roundly disliked and we worried that none of our friends would return. And so I am thankful for the second book we read, Barbara Kingsolver’s Prodigal Summer. Our club loved it and 14 years later, we are still going strong.
I'm thankful for the Stephanie Plum series by Janet Evanovich. Anytime I need a nice light read I reach for one of these books and, because I've read them all, it doesn't matter which one I grab. They are perfect for vacations or just a quick pick-me-up.
Some people have comfort food; I have comfort books. When I’m really stressed, I love to reread Julie Garwood’s historical romances, especially The Bride. It’s soothing to lose myself in Jamie and Alec’s familiar story, and the best part is that a happily ever after is guaranteed!
Ellen Raskin’s The Westing Game is the book that made me a lifelong reader, and for that I am eternally grateful. It is the first book I can remember not wanting to end and the first book that I immediately re-read. I still turn to it to today, and it always brings back the memory and magic of falling in love with reading.
I am thankful for The Blood of Olympus by Rick Riordan. It's smart, funny and fast, but what really makes me thankful it exists is knowing that it's going to inspire a new generation of readers, historians and archeologists.
I am thankful for The Architecture of Happiness, written by Alan De Botton and narrated by Simon Vance. At the time I read — or rather, heard — it, I was working in a white-walled basement, lit by florescent overheads and conspicuously lacking in windows. While not the most likely structure to inspire happiness, my surroundings acted as the perfect blank foil against which to explore De Botton’s meandering philosophy of the relationship between architecture and contentment. What makes a place special? What makes us feel at home in a place we’ve never before visited? What indelible impressions might we leave in a place where we have dwelt for many years? De Botton first raised these questions for me in that basement and I have been discovering the answers, bit by bit, ever since.
I’m thankful for Aimee Bender’s The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake because it was my first leap into literary fiction. I remember shelving it over and over again at the Towson Branch back in 2010, and eventually I decided to read it myself because the cake on the cover looked so appetizing. I was slow and careful in my approach (as I would be with cake, so I could savor every bite) but I ended up devouring the book in a week — which is really fast for me — and talking about it with one of my favorite librarians. Bender has a knack for weaving the perfect touch of fairytale magic into her ebullient, wispy and enchanting prose, which makes every one of her stories a wondrous read.
Of all the hundreds of books I’ve read over the years, I’m most grateful for Carolyn Keene’s Nancy Drew series. Every week, as soon as I got my allowance, we went straight to bookstore so I could purchase the next book in the series. Nancy instilled a life-long love of reading, and a particular passion for mystery.
I’m thankful for Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice. I first read Pride and Prejudice in high school. I’ve reread it countless times since, and it gets better each time!
I’m thankful that E.B. White’s Charlotte’s Web was around when I was a kid. I can remember being in bed and leaning against the wall, worried that Wilbur would die but so glad he had Fern and Charlotte on his side. It’s a magical journey about friendship and the passage of time.
The book I’m thankful for is Dominion by Matthew Scully. Prior to reading it I had a general, superficial understanding of animal welfare concepts. But Scully’s even-handed explanations of the philosophical and moral responsibilities humans have for animals opened my eyes to this critical issue of our time.