As a book lover I am aware that books can evoke all sorts of memories and emotions. When I moved house and unpacked the book boxes, I felt like I was saying ‘hello’ to old friends and although I probably would not re-read most of them, I found I could not bare to part with most of them. However, yesterday I was met with a reaction of a different kind. I was reading ‘To Kill a Mockingbird’ in a cafe when a woman next to me expressed a deep loathing for the book, in a very animated way! Why? she has studied it for GCSE (or O’level) some years ago and now could not bare the sight of it.
My greatest memory of books I read as child are those I read as an independent reader. I was never without a book and gained much pleasure from reading. Here are some of the books of my childhood (an eclectic mix) that bring back happy memories.
I loved everything E.T. – even the book!
I would love to read this again. It was my introduction to horror fiction!
Mary Poppins! Ah! The film is not a patch on the book. I loved the characters, the story, the illustrations… everything.
I wanted to be Harriet! I had a notebook and pen always at the ready – but I didn’t quite cause the havoc she did OR sneak into people’s houses and listen to conversations!
This is still my favourite book and I can never tire of reading it or anything else in the Narnia series.
I’m sure I have shown my age in this blog. I love everything about books – the smell, the feel, the covers, the illustrations, new books, old dog-eared books…… I know that kindles and ipads are all the rage but I have never been tempted to buy one……well only for reading on the beach, perhaps!
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