No, I'm not talking
about men, I'm talking about books. Recently the divine Anna Campbell was
clearing out her bookshelves and posted a photo of one of her old Trixie Belden
books. Just seeing the cover took me straight back to when I was ten. Someone
had given me the first two books as a birthday present and I immediately fell
in love (and by falling in love I mean that I used all of my pocket money to
buy every Trixie Belden book in existence). And I read those books over and
over again because they just made me so happy.
After Trixie, I won’t
deny that I flirted with many other books but my next true love didn’t come
until I was nineteen and I discovered Jane Austen. I was doing an English major
at the time and had forced myself to read (and hate) all of the classics so
when my dad put Pride and Prejudice into my hands, I didn’t hold out much hope.
Oh, how wrong I was! It ended up being love at first sight but the only problem
was that after two weeks I'd read all of her works and realized that my chances
of ever getting another Jane book were non-existent. Step in a friend who
casually suggested that if I liked Jane, I might like an author called
Georgette Heyer. Let's just say that this was a huge turning point in my life.
Since then Georgette Heyer has given me so much joy that I get scared to think
of what my life would be like if she hadn't written her gorgeous books.
There have been other loves since then. Raymond E Feist, Jilly Cooper, Jill Mansell and Janet Evanovich. These are the authors who never fail to make me happy when I pick up their books. So my question is what was your first book love and does your heart still pound with excitement every time you pick them up?
Amanda
www.amandaashby.com
3 comments:
Louisa May Alcott was my first, followed by Trixie. I don't get excited by them anymore, but if I pick one up to glance through it, I keep right on reading!
Boxcar Children.... loved them..
Amanda, I'm so chuffed that my clear-out inspired such lovely memories. It was wonderful finding all those books I so loved back in the day. I remember being crazy about Enid Blyton's mysteries (I never got into Noddy - I was keener on her books for older children). The Barney mysteries were my faves!
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