But the moment you start thinking of yourself alone, absolutely alone, and related to nothing and to no one, you realize it’s silly to worry and fuss over what you are. You are simply what you are. And you feel as if you had closed a door forever on everything that’s unpleasant.
Carl Larsson - Lisbeth Reading
Hi! I love this blog and I was wondering if you could suggest positive book suggestions for young adults? It doesn't matter what genre or if it's non-fiction/fiction or not, but it seems most books that are popular these days are a little pessimistic... even the ones we read for school. Any suggestions on books less morose and light? Thank you! (from alluringbutterfly)
We’re on the same page. Surely being a teenager has a dark and depressing side but I think some books I see these days are too overwhelmingly pessimistic. What disturbs me the most is that it has turned into a new trend. The more pessimistic and dark a YA book is, the more you have a chance to make it a bestseller. I couldn’t find and remember a less pessimistic and happier book right now except classics like Watership Down and Anne of Green Gables and I am not even sure these count.
I’m sure you can suggest lots of books with this description friends?
The Book Thief by Markus Zusak (Part 1)
You love The Book Thief so much we’re doing two posts! Here’s the first:
Code Name Verity by Elizabeth Wein for a moving wartime friendship
Stay Where You Are and Then Leave by John Boyne for a child trying to make sense of war
The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafon for a story where books hold the answer
Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer for hope against the odds
When I’m really into a novel, I’m seeing the world differently during that time - not just for the hour or so in the day when I get to read. I’m actually walking around in a bit of a haze, spellbound by the book and looking at everything through a different prism.
I get out of bed, go over to the window, and look at the night sky. And think about time that can never be regained. I think of rivers, of tides. Forests and water gushing out. Rain and lightning. Rocks and shadows. All of these are in me.
THE HOUSE BOOK | Terence Conran ©1976
For the happiest life, days should be rigorously planned, nights left open to chance.