it doesn’t have to be your favorite book or anything. It can be any book that you find yourself thinking of with a sense of pride for having read it.

Personally, I am really proud of myself for not DNFing A Little Life and pushing forward. I read a very good chunk of that book with tears running down my face–mind you, I was reading it on my phone during lectures for the entirety of my first semester last year–and I was always on the verge of putting it down just because of the horrible content. Also, it was pretty long; too long, actually. So when I was done, I was simultaneously Heartbroken, broken (just like in general), and relieved. It was truly a feat.

An honorable mention is A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens, because I swear to God I did not understand a single thing about it even 10 chapters in. Charles Dickens is too much.

  • atleast1graham@alien.topBEnglish
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    1 year ago

    “No More Mr. Nice Guy” by Dr. Robert Glover.

    I didn’t understand that I was a 30 year old boy, and had been suffering from crippling “Nice Guy Syndrome”. I was in a toxic marriage and getting walked all over, obese, pre-diabetic and eating myself to death because of the stress. I discovered this book, its author and content by pure happenstance and now, at 36, I’m a completely different person. Happily re-married to my best friend and girl of my dreams, kept 100 pounds off, and no longer a “Nice Guy.”

    And I’m really proud of that. I read it once a year or so to keep me on track.