Something to Write Home About was, together with Jimmy Eat World’s Clarity, the defining album of my late teenage years. Countless times have I listened to it: When sad, when upset, when happy, when driving to or from my girlfriend, when getting ready to go out, when coming home. It’s an almost perfect album in my view. I even love the really sappy songs like “Valentine.” I still know it by heart. No other song have I belted out so often while driving late at night slightly above the speed limit.