Can you believe that it’s already been almost a month since the auspicious inauguration of T3?
That’s right, my friends! This coming up Thursday marks the one-month anniversary of my fledgling linkup with Selah @ A Bibliophile’s Style so grab that book/blog post/article you’ve been reading and dream up a pretty for us. Don’t say I didn’t remind you.
In preparation for the day and perhaps to rev up your imagination, I give you my 5 fave childhood books. As with all great ideas, this one did not originate with me but I think it’s apropos to the upcoming occasion, so I shall appropriate it. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, n’est-ce pas?
Anyhow, without further ado and in no particular order:
1. Nancy Drew – I started with The Secret of the Old Clock and stopped collecting them with The Secret in the Old Lace, around about the time my family made the big move from the Philippines to the good old USA. I made my parents pack up all those hardback books and brought them with me – each of us sisters got to pick one major thing to bring with us and the books were my choice – and I still have them to this very day. Too bad they’re so antiquated – both in presentation and content – that my daughter refuses to even look at them. Tragedy.
2. Bobbsey Twins – Who knew the history of this series was so fascinating? Not I. I just knew that I felt like the luckiest girl alive when relatives would come home from “overseas” with the newest edition. Yep, another pre-immigration fave and one that also traveled across the ocean with me. Gods, the cost of shipping all these hardbacks (I had them all up to #71) plus the Nancy Drews must’ve beggared my parents!
3. Trixie Belden – Now these I remember collecting once I arrived in America. I’d stalk the local Waldenbooks (remember them?) or Crown for the newest installment. Sadly, the series stalled on #34 in 1980 and by the time the last 5 books in the series picked up again in 1984, I was a grown-up twelve-year-old and had graduated to fantasy novels and never remembered to revisit much less complete the series. I hear these last 5 books are now collectors’ items. I smell a Mad Hunt coming on…
4. Anne of Green Gables – Not just the first book, of course, but the entire Anne Shirley chronicles, right up to the tales of her daughter in Rilla of Ingleside. This was how I was first introduced to Tennyson and British literature and I guess I never looked back. Ah, the Lady of Shalott!
5. Little Women/Little Men/Jo’s Boys – Yes, I was a Louisa May Alcott junkie. So much so that when I interviewed for my first teaching position and the English department head ingenuously asked me which fictional character I identified with the most, I unhesitatingly and definitively responded with “Jo March”! Are the stories hopelessly old-fashioned and irrelevant in today’s society? Sure. I doubt I could get even the most sycophantic kid to read them. But do I cry every time Beth dies or Jo says yes to Mr. Bhaer? Every. Flipping. Time.
Having now compiled this list, I realize that, even then, I was a series whore. I think it’s the inveterate bookworm in me that makes me want to immerse myself in a world and stay there for as long as possible. I wonder if that’s why I’m so drawn to fantasy? That genre is a cornucopia of sequels, trilogies, and endless installments.
Things that make you go, “hmmmmm…”