I already posted this on Facebook, but for me it was totally ANNE OF GREEN GABLES. I actually set out to write a book after I was done. It was angsty and romantic and I only managed two chapters. But still...Anne got me writing:)
The first book I ever loved was The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe by C.S. Lewis. As a little girl, there was nothing I loved more than the idea that despite my age I could go on big adventures and do big things.
When I was in middle school, I read Ella Enchanted by Gail Carson Levine, Catherine, Called Birdy by Karen Cushman and I Am Mordred by Nancy Springer around the same time. I remember distinctly after reading those books that it was the first time I realized that not only could I read stories that took me back to different places and into lives other than my own, but I could also create them.
The first book I ever loved was The Monster at the End of This Book. I used to beg my dad to read it to me, and eventually I had it memorized and claimed I could "read" and would recite it to anyone who would sit still for 5 minutes.
"Dorrie's Book" by Marilyn Sachs, published in 1975. I remember being mesmerized by this tale of a young girl whose cool life with her hippy parents is disrupted when the mother gets pregnant with triplets. Sachs gets the voice of the daughter just right. Come to think of it, I'd love to re-read this book as an adult.
The Giver by Lois Lowry. I read before that but this book made me a reader for life.
ReplyDeleteI already posted this on Facebook, but for me it was totally ANNE OF GREEN GABLES. I actually set out to write a book after I was done. It was angsty and romantic and I only managed two chapters. But still...Anne got me writing:)
ReplyDeleteThe first book I ever loved was The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe by C.S. Lewis. As a little girl, there was nothing I loved more than the idea that despite my age I could go on big adventures and do big things.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was in middle school, I read Ella Enchanted by Gail Carson Levine, Catherine, Called Birdy by Karen Cushman and I Am Mordred by Nancy Springer around the same time. I remember distinctly after reading those books that it was the first time I realized that not only could I read stories that took me back to different places and into lives other than my own, but I could also create them.
I'm looking forward to the conference!
...My last post is a testament of why I shouldn't be allowed near the internet during my mid-afternoon slump.
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ISLAND OF THE BLUE DOLPHINS by Scott O'Dell. I must have read it 5 times. In fact, I was such a disciple that I memorized the first 2 paragraphs!
ReplyDeleteOh, ISLAND OF THE BLUE DOLPHINS! Yes! I'd forgotten that one!
ReplyDeleteThe first book I ever loved was The Monster at the End of This Book. I used to beg my dad to read it to me, and eventually I had it memorized and claimed I could "read" and would recite it to anyone who would sit still for 5 minutes.
ReplyDelete"Dorrie's Book" by Marilyn Sachs, published in 1975. I remember being mesmerized by this tale of a young girl whose cool life with her hippy parents is disrupted when the mother gets pregnant with triplets. Sachs gets the voice of the daughter just right. Come to think of it, I'd love to re-read this book as an adult.
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