My long holiday weekend turned out to be a weekend of book browsing. After my blog post AFTERNOON DELIGHT on Saturday, my husband and I visited 3 used bookstores—one on Sunday and two others on Monday. We now, as a result, have several more books to add to our collections
I shut the computer down last night early and gave myself the pleasure of just sitting and reading for an hour before turning on the flat-screen TV for our nightly Netflix movie, a ritual that my husband and I share. After reading several chapters of Light on Snow by Anita Shreve, my free time was up and I had to put the book down, at least for a couple of hours. Before I did, I found myself holding it close to my chest and hugging it. It’s the first novel that I’ve read by her and the story has grabbed me right from the start. She is a wonderful writer and I have already claimed her as one of my favorite authors.
When I was 10, I read the book My Side of the Mountain by Jean Craighead George. It’s about a boy that goes to live in the Catskill Mountains. He carves his living quarters out of a tree and captures a baby falcon as a pet. He makes his own clothes out of deerskin and even shares recipes of foods and seasonings that he learns to prepare from the wild.
It is my favorite childhood book. I reread it several times in my adolescent years and again when I was an adult. Having had thoughts of running away myself when I was a kid, I was able to enjoy the many adventures in that book as if they were my own. It was a wonderful read . . . every time!
Since my mother worked when I was younger, I would spend many days at my Memere’s house, especially in the summer months. She didn’t have many books that were written in English, but I can remember that she did have one small bookcase at the top of her staircase right outside of her bedroom. That’s where I discovered several children’s classics (in English), and right there, on that top step, is where I can remember spending blissful afternoons enjoying the adventures of Huckleberry Finn and Tom Sawyer.
(Oh, there’s so much more to say about the joys of books and reading. I could go on forever.)
For the past five years, I have kept a list of all of the books that I’ve enjoyed, and on an average, I read about 40-50 a year. Far less than the amount that I purchase and that’s why many are still unread and boxed away in our spare bedroom. Someday, I’ll have more time, but I think that is a pretty good average for someone who also works 40 hours a week, writes most evenings, blogs, spends hours on Facebook and other social media, and also enjoys the hobbies of knitting and hand spinning. Not to mention the nightly Netflix movies, weekend travels and the book browsing that my husband and I do. (I’m making myself tired just listing it all.)
And now, my very own novel, with my very own imaginative adventures, written by ME, is due to be released by Briona Glen Publishing. A dream come true. I have to say that I couldn’t have accomplished writing a book without the joys of reading so many first. It’s a prerequisite for every writer.
Do you have a favorite book from childhood? Or one that you are reading now that you really enjoy? If so, please share it in the comments. I’d love to know what it is, and maybe, just maybe, I haven’t even read it yet.