The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini (fiction)
A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hossieni (fiction)
The Impossible Knife Of Memory by Laurie Halle Anderson (teen fiction but so good omg)
Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson (teen fiction )
Torch by Cheryl Strayed (I think it’s fiction)
I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou (I think this book is fiction BUT she wrote it based on her life (I THINK , that could be completely incorrect lol))
Lady Oracle by Margaret Atwood (fiction)
The Book Theif by Markus Zusak (fiction)
Running With Scissors by Augusten Burroughs (memoir)
The Glass Castle by Jeanette Walls (I think it’s a memoir)
Two or Three Things I Forgot to Tell You by Joyce Carol Oates (I’m p sure this is a teen fiction book)
Flowers for Algernon by Daniel Keyes (one of my favorite books of all time)
N then any book / poem ever written by Andrea Gibson is a must must must read 👌🏻😋
I don’t believe I’ve ever loved something more than I love your eyes.
You’ve unintentionally trapped me in them,
an interminable enigma between your pupils.
Crystal blue, beyond the waves,
I can’t see anything exceeding that color
That is you.
as much as I love The Foxhole Court and The Raven Cycle and Aristotle and Dante and all those really popular gay books, I’d also love to read books about queer girls with a large community that makes cute aesthetics and hundreds of fanfictions and diverse fancasts for
Anyone who knows me:
Yes we know you love the Throne of Glass Book Series.You Love Throne of Glass more than you have ever loved anything in your entire existence.We know that Sarah J Maas is your Queen and that you spend all of your time wishing that you actually were Aelin Galathynius and that you could conjure fire and be with a kick ass fae warrior. We also know that Empire of Storms and the Throne of Glass coloring book are coming out on September 6th...because we hear you screaming about it in your room at night.....and also every minute...of every day. You love The Throne of Glass book series. WE GET IT!
I knelt next to Annabeth and felt her forehead. She was still burning up. “You’re cute when you’re worried,” she muttered. “Your eyebrows get all scrunched together.” “You are not going to die while I owe you a favor,” I said. “Why did you take that knife?” “You would’ve done the same for me.” It was true. I guess we both knew it. Still, I felt like somebody was poking my heart with a cold metal rod.
sometimes i really fucking miss the way your smile felt against my lips. i miss the nights you’d call me and tell me, “i just need someone to talk to.” i spent every day diving off of buildings just to be the hero that swooped into save you. i always ended up with more bruises than applauses. but i kept on. sometimes i miss the way i always felt like i was falling. i could never once catch my breath when i was with you. you took me to a place i haven’t quite come back from. but i’m running. because i have told everyone that i’m healing and i am, but i still miss your smile and when you said my name it all came back to me and it didn’t hurt. it was just really bittersweet.
She loved the sea for its storms alone, cared for vegetation only when it grew here and there among ruins — for her temperament was more sentimental than artistic, and what she was looking for was emotions, not scenery.
“No,’ Cath said, ‘seriously. Look at you. You’ve got your shit together, you’re not scared of anything. I’m scared of everything. And I’m crazy. Like maybe you think I’m a little crazy, but I only ever let people see the tip of my crazy iceberg. Underneath this veneer of slightly crazy and socially inept, I’m a complete disaster.” x