By REBECCA WILOVA
December 28, 2017
Here are ten very different books that changed my life in a meaningful way!
. I first read it in seventh grade, and I like to think it had a heavy influence on my future in many ways. I majored in history at all because of this book. I have read this at least once a year every year since
. Have you ever heard of the concept of the memorialization of a historical event or experience? Sure you have. happens with every sculpture, every painting, every statue, every museum, every book, every play, every movie, every song, every poem, every picture.
My grad school journey, and indeed my Auschwitz journey, started with this one book, in my senior year of high school.
. This book was something I really lit onto in college, seeing clearly how my historical background brought richness and meaning to understanding literature. This was the book responsible for my majoring in English as well.
. I must admit that this book is probably very different from all the rest in this list. It was assigned reading in a history of medicine course in undergrad, and I found it so engrossing, I majored in biology. Too. I promise I really did graduate at some point.
. Shattering. Beautiful. Breathtaking. It’s a small book, only 256 pages. But oh! What a concentrated joy, sadness, clarity, purpose.
. Feminism is something I viscerally grokked with this book. It’s one of those things where I learned the concept before I learned the term itself, but a lesson nevertheless that I’ve never forgotten.
. There is something to be said for understanding outside of myself the fraught relationship one can have with one’s own name.
. There’s a lot I could say about this book, which has always been a top 20 book for me. Not saying much when fully half of these are Stephen King books, I know, but a joy nonetheless. Though joy is not the word for this particular book. Call it a textbook for understanding what one would do for survival.
. The chapter about Drew got me to move to Chicago for Deaf specific healthcare.
. There’s a lot to say about reading the right book at the right time. I read this book for the first time in a single night on my iPhone, in the dark, trundling across America on an Amtrak train. And I cried, because I knew that I wanted to love and be loved.
. I never read this book. It wasn’t even my book. I don’t even remember what it looks like inside, what it purported to teach, anything. I just remember the cover. And I remember how it mentioned that Gallaudet College existed. You mean that Deaf people can go to college? And they sign? Can I have that? Imagine the profundity of that.