"...but I can live with it. I trust you — even when you're wrong. That's fine. It's OK to be wrong. But you mustn't be afraid of it. Just take it as it is — don't try to mend things, don't punish yourself, don't dwell on it. Just take it, use it, make it good, and keep it pure. All that matters is knowing your own rules. Because if you don't know them, you won't know when you're breaking them." He sat back and looked at the ceiling. Then he sniffed and looked at me. "Does any of that make sense?"
He smiled. "I didn't think so."
I held his hand. "I'm trying to do what I think is right, Dad. But it keeps going wrong."
- Lucas, by Kevin Brooks
A book that will forever be on the list of my top 10 favorite books. It's not heavy, not really philosophical or deep (depending on how much you read into it) but it's striking and eerie and beautiful in many different senses. I loved it the first time I read it, and every time thereafter. In fact, I've read it so many times that now I only open it when I really need the comfort of its familiar pages.
Also in the list is Sunshine, by Robin McKinley.
I wanted to put Atlas Shrugged in here, but it was really quite painful to read. It was a good book, so I finished it, but I had to work through all those heartrending pages! Nah.
I wouldn't mind putting Demian in here either, but I suppose some parts are kinda iffy.
I suppose "Best books ever" are like best friends, you only have a handful in your lifetime. I hope I'll be able to find more in time.