I've been going through this phase where all the books I read seem to be about 20-something single folks who are struggling with lackluster (or nonexistent) careers and stumbling, pathetic love lives. Is this the height of narcissism, or what? If you're similarly fated or inclined to read about those who are, I recommend these selections:

Animal Husbandry by Laura Zigman
Bridget Jones' Diary by Helen Fielding
Fake Liar Cheat by Tod Goldberg
Getting Over It by Anna Maxted
Going Postal by Stephen Jamarillo
High Fidelity by Nick Hornby
Welcome to My Planet by Shannon Olson

Thankfully, there was a time when I read things that weren't completely self-aggrandizing...let's just ignore that almost all of them were children's books:

Corduroy by Dan Freeman
(that lost button crisis still gets to me)
The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams
The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe by C.S. Lewis
Little Women by Louisa May Alcott
Stranger in a Strange Land by Robert A. Heinlein
Stranger With My Face by Lois Duncan
Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein

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