Top 5 Books I Read As A Teen

Hello, Everyone~ How are you?
Today we are discussing the novels I read as a teen. I’d like to preface this by saying it took me a while to get into reading, and when I finally did I smashed through so many novels and fell in love with so many more.

So, I’m stating this because you’ll notice that I say I was ‘obsessed’ with almost every single novel on this list, and that was because I probably was at the time. I was a teen with a lot of time, emotions and imagination on my hands.
With this, I won’t remove them out of redundancy or repetition because I honestly did feel very strongly towards them.
I’d also like to note that I have quite a few personal stories in here, so be prepared for an onslaught of off-topic rambles.
That is all, read on!

1. Dork Diaries

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Nikki Maxwell is not popular, in fact Nikki Maxwell is the opposite of popular; she’s a total dork! But Nikki’s hoping that by moving to a new school she might just stand a chance of making some friends and leaving her old lame-ways in the past. But life is never that simple!

Follow Nikki’s life through sketches, doodles and diary entries as she starts her new school, battles with her mum for an iPhone and meets her arch-nemisis, the school’s queen bee, Mackenzie. Enter Nikki’s world through her sketches, doodles and diary entries.

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Honestly, I loved reading these in primary school. In Primary School, both my parents worked so I would be sent on a bus to an after school care place, with a bunch of other kids.
To sum it up, it was a childcare facility during the day, so it wasn’t entirely equipped for older kids.

So I either had a choice of playing with Play-Doh, half-chewed on Lego or play outside.
None of these options sounded great so I would bring books from home, go outside (There were two courtyards, one for playing, and one for where we kept our items. I went to where we kept our items.
I wasn’t technically allowed there because no adults were presents but on good days some teachers would allow it) and sit in a corner and read. Sometimes other kids would be there too, or sometimes my friends would come.
I could go through so many books (This is where I read Percy Jackson for the first time), but my favourite to read was Dork Diaries that I would get from the school library.

2. My Sister the Vampire

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When Olivia Abbott moves to town, she’s excited to join the cheerleading team and make new friends. Then she meets Ivy Vega. At first, Ivy, pale and dressed all in black, looks like Olivia’s opposite.
Then the girls look beyond the glittery pink blush and thick black eyeliner to discover they’re identical–identical twins Olivia and Ivy are brimming with plans to switch places and pull every twin trick in the book. But Olivia soon discovers that she and Ivy aren’t exactly the same. Ivy’s a vampire. And she’s not the only one in town.

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This was one of the last few ‘tween/teen’ novels I “matured” and read the YA novels. To be honest, I regret this utter disregard for how future me would feel about this situation. I would regret it entirely.

I miss these novels so much, I would honestly buy them all right now if I didn’t have to face the judgement of not only my own bank statements staring down at me but my own judgement knowing I never grew up.

Dear, young, sweet past self. Why were you so selfish.

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3. Dear Dumb Diary

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Dear Dumb Diary, Here’s the thing about Angeline. I know that she shouldn’t really bother me that much. I mean, Angeline has even done nice things for me in the past, although I have come to believe that these were probably accidental.
There’s just something so infuriating about perfect people. When she’s nice, it makes me mad. When she’s pretty, it makes me mad. It never changes. I guess the only good thing about Angeline is that she can never bother me more than she does right now. Perfect people make me perfectly ill.

There will never go a year where I don’t think about these beautiful creations. Where I don’t remember how they made me want to become an author. I wish I was a bratty, egocentric teen again just to bare witness of this creation in my hands again.

For real though, I absolutely adored this novel. And, only recently- like last year or two ago- did I finally get rid of these novels off of my shelf. I held onto them for so long because I didn’t want to get rid of such a strong impact in my life, but I am so thankful I had it.

I don’t have any witty or odd story to go along with it (Honestly, I probably do I just can’t think of any), but I’m glad my childhood had this in it. And hey, I’m glad I’m not that old that It won’t be apart of other people’s childhoods too. I’ve seen it on the shelves of stores and the reminiscence it gives me is huge.


Hey, it’s me again, five minutes later. I remembered a story to do with this book.
This novel was honestly the reason why I started my own diary. And the first page I ever wrote in it was ‘Dear Dumb Diary’ and I thought it was so dumb so I tore out the page.
I remember it so vividly because I was hiding under the covers on the top bunk-bed, using a flashlight (We were on a farm (We owned two properties) and one didn’t have power so we had to use a generator for power. To save fuel we shut it off at night and had to use flashlights at night). I didn’t know what to write so I would write about my day, and eventually, I started to write about people (and crushes).

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4. The Baby-Sitters Club

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Kristy thinks the Baby-sitters Club is a great idea. She and her friends Claudia, Stacey, and Mary Anne all love taking care of kids. A club will give them the chance to have lots of fun-and make tons of money. But nobody counted on crank calls, uncontrollable two-year-olds, wild pets, and parents who don’t always tell the truth. And then there’s Stacey, who’s acting more and more mysterious.

Having a baby-sitters club isn’t easy, but Kristy and her friends aren’t giving up until they get it right!

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Oh my gosh, this series actually inspired me so heavily to do babysitting. Like, you best believe I used to beg and try and convince my friends to start a babysitting business with me all the time in Primary School or High School, but it never worked out. If at first you don’t succeed, try try again. Well, I did, like several times.

Warning: This is entirely off the topic of books

First, I babysat for my sister’s friends. Unpaid of course, and most of the time willing. Sometimes unwilling as they would drop the kids off to hang out with my sister as they knew I couldn’t resist their babies cute little, cubby facies.
After this phase eventually died out and their babies grew up, I actually did babysitting ‘professionally’ (as professionally as a nearly 18-year-old with a working with children’s check can get). I actually babysat for this family with three children, a 6-year-old, 3-year-old and a 1-year-old.
Their family were so sweet but could you imagine jumping from looking after one baby with adults around all the time to three children with rarely adults around. I feel like I did a pretty good job for a job I wasn’t exactly qualified for. Lovely family though.

This was completely off-topic. But this book affected me so significantly, and I’m so glad I got to read it.

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5. Go Girl!

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Snip! Snip! Cassie is convinced her big sister hates her. First, Hillary cuts off Cassie’s hair (so she won’t look like such a “baby!”). Then she stops talking to her. But Cassie knows a secret about Hillary’s biggest fear. And she’s going to use it to win her big sister back!

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This one brings me fond memories and comes with two shorts stories actually. Both occur in primary school.

First Story:

The first one was after school, mum had just picked me up and we had gone to the local OP shop to browse and I was too bored to stay in the car (or wasn’t allowed, I can’t remember why I didn’t) so I came in the store with mum and was slowly following her around when I spotted the books section. It was mostly filled with bibles (Religious book store), old Twilight novels and a few other older novels.

However, on the very bottom shelf they had a kids section, and being bored out of my mind I decided to go through it. Low and behold, I found a ‘Go Girl’ book, but it wasn’t just any novel. It was a double-sided, relatively thick novel (or was for someone my age). It was about two twins, and I was so fascinated because on one side was the retelling of a story from the perspective of one twin, and the other side the perspective of the other twin.

As soon as I got home, I ran to the living room, sat on the couch and didn’t get up until I had finished it. I was so excited I finished the entire book in thirty minutes, and my mother was so mad that she said she didn’t believe that I had read it properly and she would quiz me. And she actually did, she flicked through the book and quizzed on my random characters or scenes and I got every question right, which both mildly annoyed and surprised her.

Second Story:

The other story is relatively around the same time, as I was strangely obsessed with this series. My family couldn’t afford to just keep buying books every time I would finish reading one (which was very quickly at my young age at the time), and I would get so bored, and my imagination would wander and I would create my own endings to the books I read.

Well, I got so into my own endings, that I wrote my novel of these Go-Girl series, with pictures and all. I printed it out, put it in a plastic sleeve book, and I still have it to this day somewhere in my closet. I was so proud of it because I stayed up writing it for two days, and was so dedicated. It had like 350-500 words and I forced my parents to read it several times.

That is all for today, I said a lot already so this end is going to be short and sweet.
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