Little House in the Big Woods - Laura Ingalls Wilder

This'll be half assed because I have dishes to do and a walk to take before dark, but here we go.

My first "book that changed my life" is Little House in the Big Woods, the first in the Little House series. Chronologically, anyway. My grandma read me this entire series when I was younger, every night we'd sit in her bed and read as long as I wanted to, me sitting and looking over her shoulder. I LOVED these books, I still do. I was fascinated with the way they lived back then, the things expected of little girls that were my age.

So, big deal, I liked a book. Well, it changed my life because it's the first memory I have of being really, really into a book. I mean, I read all the time before then too, but I attribute my devotion to and love of reading to my experience reading these with my grandma. I am a huge book, nerd, I credit my love of reading with every achievement I've made in school (and without trying to sound arrogant, I'm a very smart cookie). I firmly believe that the ease with which I can learn things, my intelligence that I pride myself on, all stems from my adoration of reading.

I owe that love to these books, and weeks spent reading them with the most amazing woman to ever have touched my life.