Reading someone’s diary– whether real or just imagined– is one of my favorite things to do, mostly because it makes me feel closer to a person than just reading their (auto)biography or memoir ever could. There’s something exciting about diaries that memoirs just do’t have. Maybe it’s the (usually) unpolished nature of diaries? The fact that it’s written in “real time,” as opposed to years and decades and lifetimes later?
Whatever the reason, here’s some of my favorite diaries:
- Linotte: The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin (1914-1920). This is the only one of AN’s diaries I’ve read so far, but I really enjoyed it (although she does tend to be melodramatic, as all teenagers seem to be).
- Amelia’s Notebook by Marissa Moss (1995). I first started reading this series via American Girl magazine when I was a kid, and it’s remained one of my favorite book series ever since.
- Angus, Thongs and Full-Frontal Snogging by Louise Rennison (2001). It does get a bit same-y after the third book, but the Georgia Nicolson series is SO funny that I don’t really mind.
- Anne Frank: The Diary of a Young Girl (1947). Well, duh, how could I not include it on this list?
- Catherine, Called Birdy by Karen Cushman (1994). I haven’t reread this book in almost a decade, I think. Which is a shame, because it’s such a good YA historical fiction book!
- The Dear America series by various authors (1996-present). I used to have quite a collection of these (and the My Story books, and the Royal Diaries series) but I sold most of them before moving to Albuquerque. Which was a mistake, because of course now I want to recollect them. I probably could; there’s always a couple at the library book sales for cheap.
What are some of your favorite diaries?
Thanks to Once Upon a Bookshelf for the list-y inspiration!
1. I feel I should mention that I don’t go around snooping in other people’s non-published diaries. That’s just rude. BACK
2. I actually went ahead and ordered three from PaperbackSwap. See, this is why it’s so hard for me to get rid of books. I almost always want them again a couple of years later. I’ve managed to hold off reclaiming my Baby-sitter’s Club collection, but only by the skin of my teeth. BACK