I wrote about my favourite childhood books fairly early on in my blogging life. It seemed natural to explain my obsession with books. Only I can’t really explain it. My parents weren’t readers. Not then. Mum came to books later. Dad still resists. Nevertheless both my sister and I love books. And so now does my nephew.
I can
remember buying my first Mr Men book (by Roger Hargreaves). It wasn’t my first book by any stretch of
the imagination. But I think it must be one of the first that I had a hand in
buying. That I was allowed to choose. And that feeling of satisfaction and pride
stayed with me. Mr Small. Loved it. Went back for more. All of them, in fact.
Indeed, became a tad obsessed with the Mr Men. But that’s another story.
The
Mr Men however brought me my first audio recording. A single (record, 45 rpm) of
Mr Happy and Mr Jelly. Read by Arthur Lowe. How amazing is that?! I still have it. Don’t have a record player any
more though...
I can’t
write about children’s books with mentioning Enid Blyton. Brer Rabbit. The
Naughtiest Girl. The Famous Five. The Secret Seven. Today I still have The
Enchanted Wood, The Folk of the Faraway Tree and The Magic Faraway Tree.
Stunning tales. They transported me to another world. I wanted to be in that tree. To
climb on the visiting cloud to see which land was there today. To meet
Moon-Face, Silky, Saucepan. To make toffee and eat pop biscuits. To experience
the slippery slip, Dame Washalot.
Those
tales influenced our play, our dreams. Our sleep. They have stayed with me. I can still feel
the excitement of reading them. Talking about them with my best friend. The
hope that such wonderful worlds might exist. The desire to create them for
ourselves.
The
Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, C. S. Lewis: I remember walking through the wardrobe with Lucy. Feeling past the musty coats till the crunch
beneath our feet turned to snow. Crying so
hard when Aslan died that I couldn’t articulate and mum thought something awful
had happened to her daughter.
Swallows
and Amazons, Arthur Ransome: sitting for hours in the abandoned boat in my best
friend’s garden. Planning sailing trips. Fending off pirates. Trying to whistle
and coo like owls (and btw never succeeding). Making a survival kit. Just in case.
I
could go on. Books have shaped me since
I could read. Stimulated my imagination. Stirred desires and hopes and dreams. And
continue to do so. I can only be
grateful to all the authors then and now busily working to the benefit of us
all.
I got my reading habits from my father. But now I am the only reader in my house. You know when I was kid I never read any children's books. I read them after I grew up :-D I used to read newspaper when I was small . Now a days I avoid reading newspapers and spend more time on reading novels.
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I too avoid reading newspapers now. Sad, but true... :0)
DeleteThe Magic Faraway Tree were favourites of mine as a kid - all the treats and sweets and magical places at the top of the tree? Amazing!! I loved The Wishing Chair too. Oh Enid Byton, what would my childhood have been without you?!
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I soooo agree! :0)
DeleteWe have something in common! I too have loved books from a very young age. Neither of my parents were readers either. I'm the oldest so I had no older siblings to influence me, and my younger sisters never took to reading like I did. So I guess it's a bit odd that I craved to read so much. I'm still the only heavy reader in my family. My 11 yr old niece reads a good amount, but not nearly as much as I did/do.
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Check out my Children’s to YA Literature post!
Interesting, huh? I can never understand people who don't read / want to read. Does that mean that the desire / need to read is just in your genes? :0)
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