This is harder than I thought. I can never think of anything to write about.
I have been rereading East of Eden again. It is my favorite book. And each time I read it, something new comes out at me and makes me think even more on this beloved book of mine. To me, and Steinbeck, life is just a battle between good and evil. Scary to think about if that is all you think about.
Reading is the only thing that keeps me sane at this point in my life. I can get away from everything and everyone- friends, guys, school, and family. Sometimes I wonder if that will get worse with age, or if I will learn to deal with people face to face, not inside my head.
My list of favorite books is getting longer and longer, and my library is growing, which I love of course.
What is your favorite book and why?