The Literary Dreamer

Leah, eighteen. English major, writer, aspiring globetrotter, hopeless introvert. Lover of books, cats and beautiful lingerie. Sylvia Plath is my favorite poet and the National is my favorite band. Nice to meet you.

Nostalgia is like a grammar lesson: You find the present tense and the past perfect.

I consider it nearly impossible to choose between the books I’ve read. I love just about each and every one of them for different reasons, and they are all special in their own unique ways. However, if I had to pick one to declare as my ultimate favorite, I would feel somewhat obligated to choose “The Lovely Bones” by Alice Sebold, seeing as though I have read it at least five times and have yet to grow sick of it. Unlike most of the other novels I’ve read, “The Lovely Bones” - in my opinion, anyhow - contains flawless language, an engaging plot, likeable characters and deeper meanings. It is delicate but raw, subtle but honest, and both escapist and realistic - often mercilessly so. I read this book for the first time in ninth grade, and ever since I could only wish to produce such a stunning piece of writing as Alice Sebold has created. I own the movie adaptation as well as the book (the paperback version with the film cover), and I am hoping to buy a copy with the original cover as well.