My books are all in storage because I am moving to my parents’ house. Therefore, I have decided to share with you my ideal bookshelf from when I was 16 because my current bedroom is a time capsule back to that time.
(from L to R)
I somehow skipped the whole part of my life when I was supposed to be reading YA. However, I LOVED the Megan McCafferty Sloppy Firsts series. I thought Jessica Darling was the coolest because she was kind of a bitch who would go running in the middle of the night and she had the most unexpected crush on Marcus Flutie.
You can’t tell from the photo, but Love, Janis was published by Acid Test Productions. My parents bought this for me because I would always flip through her biographies at the library. This is not the only Janis Joplin biography I own.
The McCartney/Lennon books in the middle were part of a huge White Album phase that I’m pretty sure every 16-year-old goes through. I think I was also reading Helter Skelter at the time.
Chuck Palahniuk! I loved his books. That is because I was misunderstood you know. For my 17th birthday my parents brought me to the KGB bar in the exotic Greenwich Village to see him read. My parents still talk about that night all the time and how every single person was smoking in the bar and they were the oldest people there and I was the youngest. We went out to dinner afterward and the waiter served me wine without asking if I wanted some and I learned what is is to be drunk.
I read Nickel and Dimed because I found it in our basement. I think my brother had it because he was reading it in college (college! how grown-up!) There are two events in my life that I look back on and say, “Oh that is when I started to give a shit.” One was September 11. The other was reading this book.
And then there is the beginning of my love for Jeffrey Eugenides. This one was given to me by a high school boyfriend who wrote, “Erin - Please don’t kill yourself. You’re too pretty” in the inside cover. I was definitely still a virgin.
I bought the script for The Royal Tenenbaums but I’m not sure why I felt I needed it since I could recite the entire movie by heart anyway.
Ethan Frome. Not much to say about this one except that it was the very first book I can remember reading for school and actually enjoying.
That, my book friends, is a special look into the literary tastes of my 16-year-old self.
More bookshelves! More of the time!