Holes
Holes is one of the first books I can remember everyone making a big deal about when it first came out. It was an instant classic, and though I was on the older end of the intended audience, I can remember getting caught up in the excitement around this new book, reading it, and loving it. I even say that movie when it came out a few years later, though I was definitely too old for it then and not quite old enough to circle back around to appreciating it. I'm glad I took the time to revisit it now, though I'm finding myself questioning my motives for doing so. See, I spent about a decade carefully curating a library for a hypothetical daughter. I'd scoop up the classics whenever I found them, populating the shelves with the heroines of my youth and seeking out the ones I'd missed the first time around. Then I found out I was having a son, and I found myself shifting gears. Holes was the first book I bought with my actual son, rather than a hypothetical child in mind...