In today’s blog post, I’ll be taking you through 10 books (more, actually) that I cried my eyes out reading and have shouted from the rooftops about how great they were. That’s a measure of how good a book is, I think, of how much it affects the reader. And these books stand out among my read pile because of how much pain, how much emotion I felt as I read them. There were originally 15 books on this list (in the video I made), but I’ve cut this list down to 10, to the books that affected me the most.
I feel like a lot of these Blogtober posts have started with me putting out the disclaimer that I am an introvert. And as much as I want to apologize for the repetition, I also understand that I need it for context. Moreover, what am I even apologizing for? For a part of myself? For being me? So, I’ll keep my introductions as they are, thank you very much. In fact, I’ll start off this blog post by talking about how much of an awkward introvert I am. Like I said before: context setting is important.
If you’ve been following me on social media – at least since 2021 – you’ll know that I found one of my absolute favorite series of all time that year. I’ve laughed, I’ve cried, I’ve gone on adventures, I’ve smiled in understanding, I’ve experienced the characters’ pain – everything – as I read the fantasy series, An Ember in the Ashes by Sabaa Tahir. There’s footage of me crying like a baby and there was more that I didn’t add to that video where I was even hiccupping because I was crying so hard. Sabaa Tahir has that quality in her writing where she makes you feel a world of emotions. And call me a masochist or whatever, but I am someone who loves books that make me emotional.
There are many authors I love that I’ve discovered over the years I’ve been reading. They are on the list for various reasons, with new ones emerging every single day and others shifting to make place for them. But there are some authors who have made a permanent place for themselves in my heart and have remained there. They, through their writing and the stories they tell, have impacted me so much that were they to ask me of anything in the whole, wide world, I’d do it with my eyes closed.
I usually start off my reviews with a little bit of an introduction as to how I came across an author or how much I love their writing or some little anecdote about something related to the book and/or author. But today, I have been rendered speechless, because as much as I want to shout about how much I have loved Matt Haig’s writing and about how much I feel justified today, it just wouldn’t be enough.