I love to read. Unfortunately, because my time is limited, I now consider reading a luxury. When I was a child it was a favorite pastime. Yes, I ate poorly and watched a lot of TV, but I read quite a bit too. Today, I thought I’d share some of the books I loved.
One Fish, Two Fish by Dr. Seuss
This was the first book I read aloud. I don’t remember a lot from the age of five, but I do have a clear vision of myself sitting on the floor reading the words, “This one has a little star…” Pretty sure I purchased this book for my daughter when she was still in utero.
Are you there God, it’s me Margaret? by Judy Blume
I read all the Judy Blume books when I was a pre-teen–devoured them really. I even read Forever when I wasn’t supposed to. Shhh…don’t tell. Much to my disappointment, my daughter had absolutely no interest in reading any of the classic Judy Blume books. I am still bummed about that. Note to all of you who have young kids, don’t let them know how much you enjoyed something as a child, that’s the kiss of death. Unless, it involves junk food, they’re all about sharing that experience.
Pretty sure this was the first book I could not put down. Something about the story of a girl growing up in a Brooklyn tenement in the 1920’s resonated with me. I related to Francie though our experiences could not have been more different. I guess that’s the sign of a good novel. I was so moved by A Tree Grows in Brooklyn that I bought it again as an adult, I wanted to re-read it. I also bought it so my daughter could read it–can you guess how that turned out?
The Dark Eyed Queen by Lozania Prole
The Dark Eyed Queen was published in 1976, couldn’t find a photo of the book’s cover, so I had to go with a photo of the subject–Queen Anne Boleyn. I am not sure how old I was when I read it, but it affected me to the point that my minor in college was English history–as in the history of England. I loved learning about Anne Boleyn, she was you know–wooed and wayed and then betrayed. That’s good stuff when you are a kid.
I just finished The Help by Kathryn Stockett. If you are one of the three people left on the planet who has not read this unbelievably wonderful novel, I suggest you go get it now. Would probably make a great Mother’s Day gift–that, and time alone to read.
Do you remember which book was the first you read by yourself? Are there any books you absolutely loved when you were growing up? I am sure there were, you guys are readers, I can tell…
Forget About it returns next week.