So my son has started to read. This wild phenomenon has made me feel nostalgic for my own childhood reading memories. The first book I learned to read was a Dick and Jane hardcover circa 1970something. I purchased the entire set when my son was born because I was convinced that he, like his spectacular momma, would cut his teeth on the saga of the adorable coquettish Jane and her Beaver Cleaver looking brother. Alas, I was wrong. I have been informed that my son is far too advanced for the Dick and Jane books and another parenting milestone is crushed by a six year old's tenacity. What's my point...? Oh yes, I do have one. Books defined me as a person. (Music to a certain extent as well, but I'll get into that another time). Beginning with Dick and Jane and their decidedly white bread life lessons, segueing right into those controversial Flowers in the Attic, Judy Blume's arousing vacancy, vacancy, vacancy!, and on to an adulthood of practically non-stop reading. Novels were my friends, my mentors, my instruction manuals and all my hopes and dreams rolled up in wondrous musty yellowing pages. They were, and continue to be, a part of what makes me...well... decidedly me. So, here is a brief list of some of the books that changed my life. (Not to be confused with books I love, which would take up too much of this space and your valuable time.) Feel free to tell me your own. I love it when people share the wealth.
Dick & Jane
Flowers in the Attic
Interview with the Vampire
Harry Potter & the Sorcerer's Stone
Game of Thrones
The DaVinci Code
If I know me, I'll be adding to this all day and hopefully for the rest of my life. Read a book! Support art and creativity. It's the stuff that dreams are made of!