Hatchet by Gary Paulsen.
I recall this being huge when I was, like, in the third grade, but a certain someone in a certain class of mine seems to think that this a good example of Modern Literature, and so I'm being forced to read it. I shan't complain too much though, because, hey, at least it's easy. Although, may I say, holy fragments. Eek.
The Art of Racing in the Rain by Garth Stein.
I can't say I know too much about it, other than that it's narrated by a dog. My sister gave it to me and told me it was good, so I'm trusting that it will be just that. But I can already tell by those cute little doggy eyes on the cover that I'm gonna cry. Curses.
Reviews to come soon!