Are my lips moving?

Becoming an english major is a little like joining a cult. People expect odd behavior from you. You must be able to recite certain creeds. (Yes, damnit, I can YAWP!) And you are generally regarded by members of the more mainstream population as some sort of hopelessly misguided soul, wandering through the world seeking fulfillment that will continue to elude you. Well, I'm just here to say that I'm happy as an English major. And if I never make a cent in my life, I will remain content with my choice to follow my heart. My soul has led me here. I refuse to betray it. And in respect and reverence to that force which has brought me here, I feel it necessary to list the books that fueled this fire. My little volumes of lighter fluid. Thank you very much. (Understand that the list is very abridged at this point due to the fact that my brain is not fully functional right now. More later.)