Wonder, by RJ Palacio
I don’t remember when I first read this book. All I remember is reading it again and again, at least five to six times each year, and sometimes rereading the book back-to-back and never getting bored. It was another one of those books my father asked me to read hoping to improve my reading habits. As much as I hate to say this, parents do know best (sometimes) which can clearly be seen by my obsessive reading of ‘Wonder’. It hadn’t seemed like my type of book at the start specifically because it sounded a little sad, and knowing how emotional I can get at times, I tend to stay away from such books.
