Every bookworm worth her salt has a collection of treasured bookish memories. The Broke and The Bookish say “Share, please!”
1. 1977-technically not a memory-but I have heard about reading to my baby brother so many times that it may as well be. There is photographic evidence that I have been a bookworm from the beginning. Picture this: a two-and-a-half year old me sitting in a giant orange rocking chair (it was the 70s!) wearing my awesome Underoos and “reading” to my new baby brother, who clearly loves it because he is sleeping.
2. 1980-81 This is the year that I was five. I must have gone to kindergarten knowing how to read because I do not remember a time that I could not read. One of my favorite childhood reading memories is reading the Charlie Brown ‘Cyclopedia set cover to cover. I feel like they may have been some kind of grocery store promotion that my grandparents got one at a time or the course of the year.
3. 1984– It was the summer between third and fourth grade. I spent my morning parked on a hideous brown couch reading every Nancy Drew book that I could get my hands on.
4. 1988– In the spring of this year I took a Red Cross Babysitting Class at my local library. I was 12 going on 13 and I had been coming to this library since I was little. It no longer looked like the huge castle that remembered from being a little kid, but I still loved it. This comes with a bonus memory, totally non-bookish. On the day of my last class my mom and stepdad came to pick me up. My dad asked if I was a pro at diaper changing. When I told him yes, he said it was a good thing because we were having a baby! And that is how I learned about my brother Bill. In the parking lot of my favorite library.
5. 1990ish I stayed up all night to finish A Prayer for Owen Meany by John Irving. In my memory I am sitting in the den under the bank of old windows bawling my eyes out as the sun came up. It probably did not actually happen like that. I have always been a touch melodramatic. I did stay up all night and I did cry at the end. The rest may just be fanciful made up stuff.
6. 1998 or 1999 Harry Potter was all the buzz and I was ignoring it. I was an adult after all. A college graduate. I read important things like the works of Barbara Kingsolver. Then I noticed a co-work reading it and finally caved. Remember my brother Bill (Billy back then)? With a 13 year age gap we had nothing in common but genes. Until now. On a rare visit home, I brought him the first book. He in turn got my mom hooked. When the movies came out the three of us saw them together. When Order of the Phoenix came out in July 2007 our mom was on the losing end of her battle with cancer. We all forgot about that for two blessed hours. When Half-Blood Prince came out in July of 2009 Billy and I were there alone and our dad was on the losing end of his cancer battle. Again, two wonderful hours of escape. In 2011, I bought my 23-year old brother dinner and a beer before going to the final Harry Potter movie. I am not going to lie, I bawled through that movie and again in the parking lot when I realized that it really was all over. You see, I am the oldest and Bill is the youngest of eight children and Harry Potter was our thing. Just us. A week later I handed that kid The Hunger Games and told him to get busy, there was a movie coming out! Now we just have to wait for the nephews to be old enough for HP.
7. 2002– This was my summer of classics. I spent the summer hanging out at a coffee shop reading books no one made me read in high school or college. I read the Lord of the Rings trilogy, Germinal by Emile Zola, Crime and Punishment and The Brothers Karamozov by Fyodor Dostyevsky, and Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy. I loved it all and felt so smart…and that was pretty much the end of my run with classics!
8. 2004-present-I became an aunt and the games began. I am always on the hunt for the perfect book for my nephews. One of my favorite memories is reading Mr. Brown Can Moo! Can You? by Dr. Seuss to my oldest nephew, Lucas. I have to brag a little. I was awesome at reading the book and we both loved it.
9. 2010-present-In 2010 I went to my first author visit. It was Michael Grant. I went with my friend and co-work, Stacey. I was so excited to be there and so embarrassed for my town because only 5 people came to see the amazing Michael Grant. Your loss people. We had an AWESOME evening. And that was the beginning of my author quests. Since then Stacey and I have traveled near and far (mostly far. Stupid Cleveland) and seen some favorites like Scott Westerfeld, Libba Bray, and John Flanagan. Next week we are off the Michigan to see Ally Carter! Road Trip.
10. My brain is drained. You get 9 memories.