(1) To Kill A Mockingbird
You never understand a person until you consider things from his point of view…until you climb into his skin and walk around in it.
To Kill A Mockingbird is a beloved classic for a reason. I know lots of people who haven’t read it yet and I always tell them “You’re missing so much”. To Kill A Mockingbird taught me the importance of my conscience and it gave me a better understanding of society. It taught me that I should try to look at things at the perspective of others. It taught me the value of life and innocence.
(2) The Kite Runner
I became what I am today at the age of twelve, on a frigid overcast day in the winter of 1975. I remember the precise moment, crouching behind a crumbling mud wall, peeking into the alley near the frozen creek. That was a long time ago, but it’s wrong what they say about the past, I’ve learned, about how you can bury it. Because the past claws its way out. Looking back now, I realize I have been peeking into that deserted alley for the last twenty-six years.
The Kite Runner is an eye-opener for me. People are suffering out there. Innocent children have lost everything they had. There are those with dark past they couldn’t leave behind. There are those with regrets. But regrets are useless without actions. “There is a way to be good again”. The Kite Runner opened my eyes to just how cruel this world is and how some other people can be. But also, some people deserves redemption. But, The Kite Runner isn’t for the faint heart. It has serious concepts and there were moments that I had to pause reading, put down the book and just cry.
(3) On The Jellicoe Road
My father took one hundred and thirty-two minutes to die.
It happened on the Jellicoe Road. The prettiest road I’d ever seen, where trees made breezy canopies like a tunnel to Shangri-La. We were going to the ocean, hundreds of miles away, because I wanted to see the ocean and my father said that it was about time the four of us made that journey. I remember asking, ‘What’s the difference between a trip and a journey?’ and my father said, ‘Narnie, my love, when we get there, you’ll understand,’ and that was the last thing he ever said.
On The Jellicoe Road haunted me days after reading it. I can’t exactly point out the reason why this book appealed to me so much. I just know that it was one of the best I have ever read and I need other people to read this too. Maybe because it is a story about home and friendship. Or maybe it is the very compelling manner of writing. Maybe it was the mystery and the answers. I don’t really know, what I only know is I’d read this again and again.