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message 1: by Danna (last edited Sep 28, 2011 12:10AM) (new)

Danna Hello everyone !

I'm Danna, 15 and love reading since as long as can remember. And I have a request for you: book recommendations. And I don't mean that you'll look at my booksehlves in order to match a book to my personal taste. This is very simple:
Obviously, you know how adults were once kids and teenagers, of course :) (sorry if it hurts you). Well, sometime you (as adults, I suppose) read a book and thought 'This book I will give to my kids someday!'. Well, my mother did it and she saved some great books for me to read, one of them - Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger, #1) by V.C. Andrews - I have finished only yesterday, and looking forward to read the next book in the series.
Anyhow, I am looking for booka from not many years ago, and still - books published 20 or more years ago. Books that were popular (or simply fascinating) but ddi not earn the 'classic' title. Books you wish you could give your kids, someday ages and ages hence...
Books that symbolized your teen years.

Thank you very very much ! Remember, I am not looking for any specific genre or anything, just look around and say 'hey - I think this book's unappreciated, yet beautiful!'. Thank you so much !


And I will end with a poem by Robert Frost you must have heard about. It has nothing to do with my request, I just want it to be here... It is a poem I have read from a book my grandpa kept in the attic. One of many books in the attic.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
two roads diverged in a wood, and I --
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.



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