The best books which transported me into a new world and made me feel less like an outsider in my own

I was nine and still getting used to life in America after moving from Iraq five years prior, when my family moved us to Saudi Arabia. Scared and lonely, I felt more like an outsider than ever before and reading became my solace. I discovered this hilarious book and instantly fell in love with it; mainly because it depicted the author’s dysfunctional British family during their time living abroad in Corfu. In addition to the humor that naturally comes from “fish out of water” stories, it was the first time I’d read a literary account about a family as colorful as mine. It encouraged me to view my family not as a source of annoyance (as I’d been doing prior to that point) but as a source of entertainment.

If Durrell’s book made me feel like my family was not entirely abnormal, this one made me feel I was totally normal in my outsider-ness. Dumas recounts her experience growing up in California after moving from Iran as a young child. Reading it made me feel like I was reading about my slightly older, and definitely bolder counterpart. I wish I had the gumption she had when she was a young girl in the States. Where I spent my youth not wanting to take up space, she takes it up and does things her way. And I laughed. I laughed until my sides hurt. 

My father instilled in me a love for books and before he passed away at 92, this was his favorite one. We would read it separately during the day and discuss on our nightly Facetime calls. Being a pharmacologist, Dad loved the breakdowns of how the brain works. And I, who have long been interested in why we do the things we do, was completely drawn to the idea that we could retrain our brain. Consider this book a science-based version of “The Secret” and so much more. And had I known about manifesting when I first came to this country and experienced those first feelings of being an outsider then maybe I could have manifested away that angst. I mean, a girl can dream. 

Did I lose you? Why am I recommending this one? It doesn’t seem to fit with my other recommendations. And yes, I know, this book is a problematic one given much of its subject matter. And I’m not advocating extreme individualism at the expense of the collective. But when this one came across my radar, my young film student self was strongly attracted to the concept of individuality. I was newly arrived to Los Angeles from Kentucky and still trying to figure out my own identity. So, to discover a book about a guy who’s brilliant but underappreciated who goes against the masses and does his own thing? Yes, please! This book made me realize that when you read something is as important as what you read.

Any memoir which begins with the author calling Laura Ingalls a liar because she didn’t employ fact checkers while writing Little House on the Prairie, is my kinda read. Jenny Lawson writes in a non-sequitur, stream of consciousness way that I love because that’s how my mind works. This book is laugh-out-loud funny and edgy, but also heartfelt and heartbreaking. It’s a wonderful glimpse into the mind of someone who is unabashedly messy. We need more stories like this.