What was the first book you fell in love with?

Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, by Lewis Carroll. Not just for the obvious reasons (rabbit hole; eat me / drink me; a grin without a cat; Mad Hatter, March Hare, Dormouse, no room, no room; soup of the evening, beautiful soup); but because I fell in love with Alice’s confidence. There she is, lost in Wonderland, constantly changing size, knowing nothing about her surroundings, and yet she’s so irresistibly opinionated, always telling people off and snapping her fingers at the might, you’re nothing but a pack of cards. My kind of girl.
- Salman Rushdie
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