I just wanted to share with you some books that I really can't find the right words to describe how they made me feel, how they make me feel every time I read them. Magical, yes. Warm and fuzzy, yes. Instant classics, of course. Shoot, even some international blockbusters. But those words don't seem like enough.
They just made me feel all tingly inside when I read them.
~Charlotte's Web by EB White~
(side note---I got my very own copy of this for my birthday the summer between 1st and 2nd grade and would you believe not a week later but my sister drew in it. IN PEN!!! I think that's why I have issues lending books to people...)
~Where the Red Fern Grows by Wilson Rawls
Oh Billy and Old Dan and Little Ann. You showed me that if you worked hard at something, you'd eventually get it. You also showed me that love was selfless. (and dang if I'm not tearing up just thinking about Old Dan and Little Ann)
~The Tale of Despereaux by Kate DiCamillo
~The Harry Potter series by JK Rowling
I told my husband the other day, "The only two men I've loved longer than you, is my dad and Harry Potter." I do hope he takes it as a compliment.
And just this past week, I had the privilege to add two more books to this list:
The Invention of Hugo Cabret (by Brian Selznick), Peter Nimble and His Fantastic Eyes (by Jonathan Auxier) and Wonder (by RJ Palacio). While totally different books, they both gave me that tingly feeling.