Well, I've got two I'll talk about today.
Part of the major requirement in college was a Women's Literature course. Because I was just *so* busy with whatever I was busy with, I did not read the assigned books at the time I was supposed to read them. I ended up reading them the semester after...and do I regret that. I missed out on a good classroom discussion, probably.
"Stone Butch Blues" is what I called fictionalized non-fiction. The book is a thinly veiled autobiography of Leslie Feinberg, a transgendered lesbian who grew up during the sixties. The reason I loved that book is that it was a riveting look into a culture I knew NOTHING about. And, I think in part, that book planted the germ of that mantra I now hold near and dear: All I really know is nothing. That book started the idea within me that there's so much I don't know...but I am willing to learn.