The more I think about it, the longer my list gets. Everything I've read seems to change me, if only in tiny, insignificant ways.
One thing that I can point out specifically, though it isn't a book: my sophomore year of high school, I was very cynical and negative-- hey, it was the 90s. Everyone was all about the angst. A friend of mine wrote a piece for the lit mag, about how everyone falls into negativity because it's easy, and if you make the effort to see the positive aspects of a situation, you're much better off, and less annoying.
For whatever reason, it hit me. Hard. And I've tried to be like that ever since.
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"...for though she was ordinary, she possessed health, wit, courage, charm, and cheerfulness. But because she was not beautiful, no one ever seemed to notice these other qualities, which is so often the way of the world."
"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?"
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