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1.  Eat, Pray, Love.  Elizabeth Gilbert.  This is actually the first book I got that got me hooked on reading again.  I couldn't put this story of a woman's pretty ballsy journey in Italy, India and Indonesia.  Well worth the time to read it....great insight!

2.  Bossy Pants.  Tina Fey.  I've read some funny books, but this one had me hysterically LOL'ing while simultaneously crying during a flight back from California.  It was a random airport buy (I liked the orange cover) and is one of my favorite books.  I want to be Tina Fey's BFF. 

3. The Kitchen House.  Kathleen Grissom.  This is one of the only books that didn't come recommended by a friends, but was chosen by yours truly based on Amazon.com reviews.  It's one of those books that sucks you in resulting in a quick read because you simply can't put it down.  Not an easy read necessarily, but a GREAT one!

4.  East of Eden.  John Steinbeck.  I love this man.  I love his work and I loved this book.  It was "required" in 11th grade English, but has stuck with me all these years.  Actually, I love pretty much all of his work, so you can't really go wrong!

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