I can't pin point just a few books, there are too many. I can say, however, how they all collectively affected me.
In real life I felt alone. Not that suicidey alone but just a 'I'm not like everyone else Allen's and trust me, it didn't feel good. Whenever I was somewhere, everyone would be quiet. I had done nothing yet I guess that classifies you as an outsider, someone who will never understand how they all thought. But when I read, I was on top. I wasn't the weird girl nobody wanted to talk to, I was the hero who saved the village, the angel with the big white wings who soared through the heavens, or the genius who was accepted into society. While everyone's else's head moved cowards slowly, mine was running fast. I read four books a night and savored every word, after all, that was my me time. I still have bags under my eyes, and that was 4 years ago. Do I regret it? No.