My favorite Book

If I had to talk about myself, I think that I'm a person who likes to read. But actually I don´t read very much. Anyway, I had read many books in my life, but there's one that I remember with real affection. It is White Fang, from Jack London. He is an American writer, who was born in San Francisco on January 12th of 1876, and died at the age of 40, in Glen Ellen, on november 22th, 1916. This book, "White Fang", was publiched for the first time on 1906, and tells the story about the life, and all the places and situations that a wolf need to go through to survive. The wolf's name is "White Fang". It's called White Fang by a native guy who take care of it for the first years of it's life. It´s a very emotional story, if you think in all the hate and suffer that is reflected in it. But Actually there's a lot of love in the life of our wolf.

This was the first book that I remember reading  complete, with my father, when I was very young. Actually  maybe he was teaching to me that I need to read, and showing me the wonderfull world hidden in books. When I grow up, about maybe when I was 13 years, I found the book again, and I rememeber devouring it! and I don't even need to say that I love the story...

Actually there's a lot of adaptations for this book (to movie, for example), so we can say that is an actaul classic of literaure.

Anyway, I love the book and the storie because it remind me about my father and he reading to me, he showing to me the books, the stories, the fantasy inside our head... I think that I even remember his smell when we read. It is very important to me.

Well, so maybe leave your favorite books here in the comments section, so who knows... maybe I found a book that blows my mind again

Greetings :), 

(and Happy Chile! on it's birthday)