I don't really have a specific story, but I loved Catcher in the Rye in high school and it was the first book I read that it felt like it was written specifically for me as a teenager in a private school.
bagger05 said:
I remember reading it as a kid and getting so bored with Malcom's soliloquies. Like "come on, let's get back to the dinosaurs!"
I re-read it recently and I wasn't BORED with the dinosaur stuff, but I was always excited when we got back to Malcom waxing philosophically.
11 year old me read Nedry getting eaten at least 100 times.
Garrelli 5000 said:
By the time I was in 4th grade I already loved reading. It was motivation to finish assignments quickly so that I could spend the rest of the period reading whatever book I had at the time.
Only a couple of other students did the same.
When the first dog diedin Where the Red Fern Grows I couldn't get out of the classroom fast enough. I knew I wasn't going to be able to withhold the tears and I also knew the teasing would be relentless. Most kids are mouth breathers at that age. My mom was teaching next door and my teacher let me sneak out to get her.
As much as I loved reading up to that point, I never could have comprehended the power a good well written story yields. I still remember crying in the hallway hugging my mom, praying the kids on the other side of the door couldn't hear. The pain from the book overwhelmed the fear of ridicule.
This may be one of the best and impactful books I have ever read. It just stays with you. I have not read it in 35+ years, but still remember it. I don't know that I could bring myself to read it again. Just incredible literature.Garrelli 5000 said:
By the time I was in 4th grade I already loved reading. It was motivation to finish assignments quickly so that I could spend the rest of the period reading whatever book I had at the time.
Only a couple of other students did the same.
When the first dog diedin Where the Red Fern Grows I couldn't get out of the classroom fast enough. I knew I wasn't going to be able to withhold the tears and I also knew the teasing would be relentless. Most kids are mouth breathers at that age. My mom was teaching next door and my teacher let me sneak out to get her.
As much as I loved reading up to that point, I never could have comprehended the power a good well written story yields. I still remember crying in the hallway hugging my mom, praying the kids on the other side of the door couldn't hear. The pain from the book overwhelmed the fear of ridicule.
Thunder18 said:
Another one that really sticks out to me is Lonesome Dove...Deets and Gus' deaths hit me hard. I couldn't belive they killed off Gus the first time I read it
Quad Dog said:
Definitely Where the Red Fern Grows making me cry. I've thought about giving it to my kids, but it also seems mean.