35 books I love

In honor of my 35th turn around the sun, here's a list of my all-time favorite books

Today, I turn 35 years old. I really like being in my thirties, much more than I liked being in my twenties (at least, most of the time — my tequila days are tragically over).

Halfway into this decade of my life, I’ve finished my doctorate, moved into the cutest old house with fruit trees and roses, had pink hair for a little while, landed an actual dream job, and advocated for myself throughout the long process to three very helpful medical diagnoses (one of which led to the removal of my adorably inefficient gall bladder; another which helped explain 14 years of seemingly arbitrary symptoms).

I’ve also, in the last five-ish years, read somewhere in the neighborhood of 300 books, which isn’t really all that many when you consider it’s been half a decade, but it’s nothing to sniff at either.

As a little birthday treat for myself, I sat down and thought about the all of the books I love and what I’d put on a list of my 35 All-Time Favo…