Day 30 (aka the last day!): Your favorite book of all time

Asking me to choose a favorite book is like asking me to choose with arm or leg I’d rather lop off, or if I’d rather give up macaroni and cheese or Nutella for the rest of my life. You simply can’t make these decisions, it’s just cruel!

So, I will cheat. I will cheat and choose a series, because I cannot choose just one.

Drumroll, folks? Harry Potter. Yep, I am a diehard Harry Potter fan and I absolutely choose it as my favorite book(s). Do I care how “mainstream” this is? Hell no. I read the second Harry Potter book when it was released and lived my childhood years waiting for the next to release. My childhood was over when the last book was released, and I cried like a baby during the last chapter of the book, simply because it was over.

Can words do justice the number of times I’ve dressed up as a Harry Potter character for a book or premiere, the number of hours of sleep I’ve lost from staying up late reading HP, how many wishes I made on stars and candles that I would receive my letter on my birthday? I’ve eaten a vomit-flavored Bertie Botts jelly bean, flung around a replica of Harry’s wand, listened to Jim Dale’s voice for hours, and wished with every fiber of my being that J.K. Rowling is indeed a squib, who is actually truly detailing the life of Harry Potter to spite those who made fun of her and kicked her out.

Harry Potter was my childhood, and will always be my favorite.

HOW CAN I ANSWER THIS?! It’s probably the hardest question in the entire world. My favorite books change often, it depends on my mood and what I’m wanting to read, or the person that I’m recommending them to. I feel like my favorite is constantly changing because I read new ones and love them so much…

I guess if I absolutely HAD to choose, it would either be Firefly Lane or The Things We Do For Love, both by Kristin Hannah. Each of these stand out in my mind and are books that I think about often and remember well.

Firefly Lane will always hold that special spot in my heart, the first adult book my best friend and I bonded over, the book that feels like it’s been ripped from our lives and the book that I will never, ever get tired of reading.

The Things We Do For Love sticks in my mind because it feels… so comforting and so hopeful. It reminds me that no matter what you go through, the things that are meant to be, will be. That things fall into place when you’re least expecting them but need them most.

I love them both for different but similar reasons, and it’s impossible for me to choose between them.