Commendable for the effective broadcast of emotions from page to reader, Giovanni’s Room reminds one of the joy of being in love and rid of it.

The Road has long been one of my favorite books for its message to the reader that goodness is an inextinguishable fire within.

Sister Outsider challenges the reader to understand rage, to embrace it, in a way that incites a spirit of activism and radical change.

The Feminine Mystique is a painful read, both disorganized and poorly written. I got up to “...the women who “adjust” as housewives... are in as much danger as the millions who walked to their own death in the concentration camps...”, at which point I cut my losses (hours of my life lost) and closed the book.

Zami puts into print stories and feelings the reader would rather not read but persists anyway to try to catch a satisfying definition of love.

Americanah paints a vivid picture of life both in America and Nigeria, self-critical in a way that further endears it to the reader.

And Then There Were None is written in such a way that the characters’ paranoia leaps out of the pages until you find yourself anxiously looking around in the same manner.

On a Sunbeam is a good story for young people who have not had much chance to see queer themes in literature.

Helter Skelter is a frighteningly illuminating look into the minds of some of California’s worst, leaving the reader questioning whether anyone can ever be rehabilitated or deprogrammed after someone like Manson.

The Martian is a great read if you want to marvel at the human brain (and it’s better than the movie, of course).