next in the series of favorite books

gone with the wind and flowers in the attic are sort of in the same category. i didn't really expect to be as taken with them as i was.

i think i read gone with the wind in 8th or 9th grade. i couldn't put it down once i started reading it. i couldn't stop and i couldn't sleep. it was like time traveling and experiencing a part of history in a personal way. the writing is why. i felt a sense of loss when i was finished reading it.

when i finished reading the flowers in the attic series it was the middle of the night, i was 16, and i started crying so much it woke my mom up.

next i will enter a new phase of reading largely moving away from fiction. this list is pretty much a chronological one.