My Favorite Three

Thanks to my good friend, Polly for recommending them to me, these are my all-time three favorite books. They are the only books I ever remember reading more than once. I just re-read them and finished the third one last night, under Brainy Boy's jealous gaze. I actually had to rush through the last few pages because he was trying to snatch it out of my hand. Of the three, the Giver is my #1 favorite because it makes me think about what it would have been like if God hadn't given us a free will.

If you try one out, the only rule is that the Messenger needs to go last. Between the other two, it doesn't matter which you read first.

Comments

Melanie said…

Whenever I try to read, Hailey tries to snatch the book out of my hands too. For a different reason than Brainy Boy though.

I do need to start doing more reading though, I used to always have a book in my hands and now it seems I never have time. I'm going to look for these.

10/01/2008 10:22 AM

Allana Martian said…

Those look really good!

10/03/2008 8:05 AM

Anonymous said…

I've never read any Lois Lowry. This makes me very curious...

10/08/2008 8:05 PM

Meowzers said…

i LOVE these books

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