<p>I’ve read everything from Dr. Seuss to Kierkegaard to Faulkner, but no book has ever stayed with me as much as The Hobbit.</p>
<p>Chika chika boom boom… oh good memories.</p>
<p>I agree with all the people that said Looking for Alaska. In fact, all of John Green’s books were amazing.</p>
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<p>Whether or not there would be enough room was never ultimately brought to light. There was reason to believe that each letter’s internal conflict when judging whether or not they were fit to go up into the tree was the real issue, the driving force of the story. Yet, low and behold, the tree shakes and the letters fall down. There they remain, on the ground, shamed and tangled amongst one-another in a frighteningly uncouth mess–seemingly too fantastic to be likened to our own lives, but not unlike something we’d see in a half-remembered, lucid dream. Are we, humanity, better represented by the letters or the tree? The author leaves the interpretation to the reader.</p>
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I liked the book too, and I think John Green’s stuff is some of the best 21st century young adult fiction but… I wouldn’t say it was life changing?
I don’t think any one book changed my life, not that I know of.</p>
<p>The Kite Runner</p>