We asked, and you shared the books that bring you back to home-sweet-home.

By Real Simple
Updated October 21, 2014
Brooke Slezak

When we were kids, my siblings and I would listen to my father read J.R.R. Tolkien's The Hobbit, eagerly waiting to find out whether the protagonist, Bilbo Baggins, would escape the dragon's lair. The book sparked my lifelong love of fantasy and epic adventures, and it will forever make me think of my dad.
—posted by Karrie

I have lived in the United States for all of my adult life, but I carry with me memories of my youth spent in Chile. In Isabel Allende's memoir, My Invented Country, her depiction of life in Chile as well as her insight into the characteristics of the Chilean people—from their fear of being ridiculed to their kindness and sense of hospitality—helps me feel connected to my homeland.
—posted by Priscilla

At the end of a semester studying abroad in the United Kingdom, I picked up A River Runs Through It, by Norman Maclean, a novella about the complex relationship between two brothers and their minister father in the early 20th century. After reading Maclean's beautiful descriptions of western Montana (near where I grew up) and fly fishing, the region's beloved hobby, I was ready to return home.
—posted by Jennifer

Author Clyde Edgerton does a wonderful job of capturing small-town North Carolina, with all of its warmth, humor, and eccentricities, in his novel Walking Across Egypt. Each character resembles one of my relatives in some way, and the story's leading lady, a senior citizen who befriends a troubled teenage orphan, even shares the same name (Miss Mattie) as my old neighbor.
—posted by Christian

In Kenneth Grahame's children's book The Wind in the Willows, the chapter where Mole encounters his former house and his heart breaks over all the familiar smells has always resonated with me. Each time I read it, I remember my childhood home and its wonderful scents: wood floors, fresh-cut grass, and lemon Pledge.
—posted by Julie

I grew up in foster homes and bounced all over the country, but the first book I ever read was Heidi. I was nine years old and dreamed of a life, land, and home like her. I have often thought about that book, how it made me feel while reading it, and how good I felt after reading it. Books can make us dream wonderful dreams and a book can take you many places.
—posted by Debra

As a teen I read a lot of Stephen King, and when I would get to the scary parts I would come out of my room and read in the den where the rest of my family was usually watching TV. So anything by Stephen King reminds me of home.
—posted by Joan

The Polar Express. Every year my mom would read it to my brother, sister and me on Christmas Eve. Now that I'm grown, I bought the book to read to my daughter so we can continue the tradition.
—posted by Jennifer

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