Uncommon Type, by Tom Hanks
Picked this one up to read with my boyfriend, and I'm already very impressed that Tom Hanks' writing isn't something I can easily pick apart. (I'm an awful person to be in a book club with. Ask gRegor, and then ask him why Tom Hanks is so important to our friendship.)
Swann's Way, by Marcel Proust
The only other person who can stand to read books with me is my best friend, Tyler, and we mostly vacillate between classics and science fiction. The particular translation we are reading is such a labor of love, and my only complaint is that I have to read every paragraph twice to make sure I fully appreciate the beauty of it.
What Color Is Your Parachute?, by Richard N. Bolles
I picked this book up from the library in 2015 after quitting a miserable job in a toxic work environment. In a time when I felt creatively drained, directionless, and hopeless, this book helped me find the courage and self-confidence to pursue new job opportunities, rock my interviews, and start my next job with a smile. Reading it again now because it's time to start a new chapter of the Skirts saga.
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