I’ve always loved to read. I remember, as a child, riding in the cart while at the grocery and Mom telling me if I was good I could have a book. Yeah, you’d better believe I was good. I wanted a Little Golden Book. And yes they sold those at the grocery when I was a kid.
I know I had tons of books, but there are ones that stand out for me. The first one I remember reading on my own was LGB Bedknobs and Broomsticks.
I loved the story of a woman learning to be a witch and flying a magic bed to a magical kingdom. I remember having to go into Mom to have her help me pronounce Naboobu. Other than that, I could read the book all on my own.
Another book I loved was another LGB called The Monster at the End of the Book
It was so daggone cute and I read it over and over. I loved Grover. When I was old enough to jump to “chapter books” Mom started getting me Nancy Drew.
I thought Nancy’s life was so exciting as she drove around in her fabulous convertible and solved crimes. I loved the books so much, Mom signed me up for a Nancy Drew club and they would mail us a two book set each month. I couldn’t wait for the book to come in the mail.
I know I’ve mentioned it before in past blog posts, but The Secret Garden was my very favorite book.
My grandma bought it for me and I devoured it. I still have that original copy she gave me as well as many others. I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve read it, but when she first got it for me I bet I read it four or five times. As soon as I finished it, I would restart it. She also got me Little Women and I liked it, but nothing close to The Secret Garden.
Another girl detective I loved was Trixie Belden
I discovered these on my own on one of our many trips to the bookstore. I was hooked from the first book and Mom was so thankful she had a new idea for gifts.
In the middle of reading girl detectives, I also discovered romance novels. I was probably 12 when I read my first one. Unfortunately, this was back in the 70s when the books weren’t good at all.
Yep, I read the above book. And when I finished, I was sorely disappointed. Not only did they kill off the “indian maiden”– Yuck–but the author did it in a graphic horrible rape scene. When I finished the book, I thought, I can do so much better. There was one book I really loved though. It was called The Windflower by Laura London
I liked the book because there were parts of it that made me laugh. That was the first time I realized that romance novels didn’t have to be all serious. Yes, he was a total jackass (as all men were in novels of this period), and I would have so kicked him to the curb. But the book was fun and that’s what made it different.
Now run out and see what books the other bloggers wax nostalgic about. I’ll see you next week! — Gwen