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I thought this would be a much longer list, because I feel like this is always happening to me! I get really interested in whatever I’m reading, and I always want to learn more about it. But I ended up only with a few I could actually think of; maybe this is a feature of my terrible memory for books (which is why I do book reviews, incidentally—not for all of you, but so I can remember what I thought about them).
Bunheads, by Sophie Flack—Made me really into ballet. I wished hard that I could dance that way and be part of a performance group again, but this book made me want to be in the audience, too. I spent the next several weeks watching videos on YouTube (mostly scenes from various productions of Swan Lake, including at least one full-length performance).
Wild, by Cheryl Strayed—Made me want to hike the Pacific Crest Trail, even though I’m one hundred percent absolutely not cut out for it. The idea of being out there by myself for months, experiencing the changes that your body and mind would necessarily go through, is inexplicably appealing to me—inexplicable because with my migraines, back problems, anxiety, phobia of bugs, general lack of being in shape, etc. . . . I really couldn’t do it.
Dramarama, by E. Lockhart, and Drama, by Raina Telgemeier—Made me wish I’d gone to theater camp as a teenager! I would still love to do it, honestly. Do they have theater camp for adults?
Roller Girl, by Victoria Jamieson—Like the movie Whip It, and the teen program we had at the library last year where local roller derby teams came to do a demonstration: made me want to do roller derby. I still think about this sometimes, despite the previously mentioned facts of my being a general wimp.