It's Thanksgiving Eve, and tomorrow I will board a plane to see my parents. Together, my mom and I will attempt to break the land-speed record for related women driving each other up the wall. Should be fun.
In the spirit of the season, here are some books I'm grateful that I got to read this year:
The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins
Graceling by Kristin Cashore
Perfect You by Elizabeth Scott
The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks
Boy Toy by Barry Lyga
Swimming With the Sharks by Debbie Reid Fischer
Impossible by Nancy Werlin
Ten Cents a Dance by Christine Fletcher
Nothing by Robin Friedman
Good Enough by Paula Yoo
Mexican WhiteBoy by Matt de la Peña
. . . and many others.
They're not comfortable, light reads, but each one took me on a trip into someone's skin and changed me a little bit.
I'm also thankful for this community of bloggers that keeps me informed of all the latest stuff (and their opinions thereof), as well as the warm sense of community.
Which books are you grateful for? Oh, hell, let's just call this a meme and pass it around the kidlitosphere.
PS I would link them, but it's late, I'm exhausted, and I still have to pack. Maybe tomorrow.