Beautiful Book Dedications (Book Riot)

Here’s a collection of beautiful book dedications ranging from the romantic to the inspiring to the thought-provoking. Check the comments section for more. I may have swooned slightly over this one:

Dear Pat,

You came upon me carving some kind of little figure out of wood and you said, “Why don’t you make something for me?”
I asked you what you wanted, and you said, “A box.”
“What for?”
“To put things in.”
“What kind of things?”
“Whatever you have,” you said.
Well, here’s your box. Nearly everything I have is in it, and it is not full. Pain and excitement are in it, and feeling good or bad and evil thoughts and good thoughts—the pleasure of design and some despair and the indescribable joy of creation.
And on top of these are all the gratitude and love I have for you.
And still the box is not full.


…right up until I noticed that “John” was “John Steinbeck,” and the book was East of Eden. I will NOT let my feelings be manufactured by Steinbeck. I feel nothing. NOTHING.

#20 The Grapes of Wrath, John Steinbeck

Cover of The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck...

Spoiler alert: I am not a fan of Steinbeck.

Our very first encounter, back in 199OhGodI’mOld, was when my 5th grade class had to read The Red Pony. Here’s everything I remember about that waking nightmare:

  • It is 100 pages long, divided into four roughly equal chapters.
  • In Chapter One, the protagonist—a ten-year-old boy named Jody—receives a red pony.
  • The pony dies.
  • Jody spends the three remaining chapters whining, mostly about horses.
  • Eventually Jody gets another pony—a colt this time—because WHINING WORKS, KIDS. DO TRY THIS AT HOME.

But The Red Pony isn’t the reason we are gathered here today. That honor goes to The Grapes of Wrath (1939). May it Rest In Peace, after a painful, prolonged death, and may it be forgotten evermore. 

The Grapes of Wrath is the perfect book to leave on your nightstand and read only when you’re trying to put yourself to sleep. It’s a story about the most boring road trip by the most boring family in the history fiction of the U.S.A. It’s a story about how everything sucks, and just when you think it might stop sucking, it comes along and kicks you right in the suck. And then you default on your loans and die.

It’s also a story about how California may SEEM COOL, but it is actually NOT COOL, so do not fall for this. It is a TRICK.

Is It One of the Greatest Books of All Time? 

Are you kidding? It’s like the longest game of Oregon Trail you ever played, back when there was nothing better to do. And right at the end when you think you’re going to win, you go bankrupt, your oxen drown, and you perish full of snakebites and dysentery.

Favorite Quotes:

Some of the owner men were kind because they hated what they had to do, and some of them were angry because they hated to be cruel, and some of them were cold because they had long ago found that one could not be an owner unless one were cold. And all of them were caught in something larger than themselves.

They fought over everything, and loved and needed the fighting.

The people in flight from the terror behind—strange things happen to them, some bitterly cruel and some so beautiful that the faith is refired forever.

If I was God, I’d kick their ass right outa heaven!

Ever’body’s askin’ that. ‘What we comin’ to?’ Seems to me we don’t never come to nothin’. Always on the way.

Read: 2005