I’ve wanted to do another post for a while now, but I recently caught a cold that has left me quite angry at the way my immune system is running things. You’d think after more than twenty years of practice it would’ve gotten its act together, but no. So here I am, kinda feeling crappy and wanting to write a blog post, so I’m going to take the easy way out. I’m going to give you a brief history of my life using the books that I remember most fondly. We’ll be starting, obviously, with my early childhood.
My younger years were populated with picture books like any other kid’s. I grew up with the company of such characters as Amelia Bedelia and Aunt Isabel.
I learned to bake bread…
…well, maybe not. I don’t think we ever did try any of the recipes included in the book, but boy did they sound tasty! That’s got to count for something.
The most vivid memories I have are of Bill Peet’s wonderful stories, namely No Such Things and The Whingdingdilly, though How Droofus the Dragon Lost His Head was later thrown into the mix.
I was a huge horse fan (as you will see in one of my next posts). Still am. The horse-things on the cover of No Such Things appear later in the book, and my mother used to make black-and-white copies of their pages so we could color them in with our own designs and patterns. I’m sure she even has some of those pictures saved somewhere.
I have another memory of when I was first learning to read. There was a picture book about two sisters that I was reading to my mom. I don’t remember the title or even what happened in it, but I remember coming to the word “any” and guessing correctly that the “a” was pronounced like the “e” in “pet” and not like the “a” in “cat.” Which sort of leads me to something else…
I think the point of children’s books is that you are supposed to learn a lesson from them. And maybe I did, without even realizing it. I certainly learned to love reading. And maybe Stephanie’s Ponytail did teach me that I should be proud to be my own, unique self.
I don’t remember what Elizabeth and Larry taught me, but it did make me laugh.
I even read it out loud to my first grade class. They laughed, too.
These books didn’t necessarily shape my childhood, but they were an important part of it. I could really go on for hours about all the ones I read and loved.
Winnie the Witch taught me that you shouldn’t try to change others, and that thinking outside the box can help solve your problems…
I read my brother’s Magic School Bus books…
It took us two nights, but my mom and I loved every minute and every page of The Best Loved Doll…
These books will stay with me for a long time. And I hope to be able to read them to my own children one day. So that maybe when they’re all grown up they can blog about it. Or whatever futuristic equivalent they’ll have.
It makes me very happy to share these with you. Below I am pasting some more covers of books I remember and love, just because I believe they deserve to be recognized. If you think I left out any good ones, you should let me know.
Word of the Day: Inchoate (adj) – Not yet completed or fully developed; rudimentary.
I have some ideas for comics, but they are inchoate, and I am infirm. So comics will resume when both of these setbacks are overcome.
P.S. Yeah, I know it wasn’t quite a history of my life, but it is a history of my literary life. That has to count for something.