Home on vacation watching a documentary on Netflix Watch It Now. It is Stone Reader, a film about a quest to find an author who only wrote one book that is strikingly forgotten.
I adore documentaries in much the same way I do books. For me, just like books they reveal deeper truths below what we see on the surface every day.
I was so happy to see that the documentary talks about other books as well, including the books that Mark Moskowitz and his friends read during their childhood. It is these books that immediately bring smiles to their faces and get them talking about reading. All pretension falls away and there is just the joy of reading a really good book.
They talk about Dr. Seuss, Harold and the Purple Crayon, A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court, and the Hardy Boy series. It got me thinking about what books define my childhood. Here are the ones that immediately come to mind:
Little House on the Prairie series by Laura Ingalls Wilder (controversial now that I am an adult, but I loved these. I still have my battered first copies that I read and reread again and again, held together by shockingly red tape and yellowing Scotch tape.)
A Little Princess by Frances Hodgson Burnett (I knew this book so well that I stopped reading it front to back and would just dive in wherever I wanted to be at that particular time. Did I want wealth and pampering or did I want dark, cold attic?)
Wolves of Willoughby Chase by Joan Aiken (I tried and tried to read other Aiken novels, but never made it through another one. This one I read over and over again, loving the adventure, the danger and gutsy heroines.)
Tell Me a Mitzi by Lore Segal is a book that brings back such memories for me that I actually can smell my childhood and taste it. I finally got my own copy of the new paperback edition because I couldn’t find an old copy in my local libraries.
All-of-a-Kind Family Downtown by Sydney Taylor, is one that I still have my tattered childhood copy of. I won it in second grade for reading the highest number of books (tied with my best friend so that we could both win a book!) My favorite scene is when one of the children looks into the fire and pulls out the glimmering jewel-like coals. I still think of that whenever I gaze into a fire and the coals are bewitching.
Caddie Woodlawn by Carol Ryrie Brink is still a favorite. Caddie was so spunky and vivacious and her childhood reminded me strongly of the stories I heard about my mother growing up on a farm. I adored both Caddie Woodlawn and Magical Melons.
There are many others that I loved as a child. But these are the ones that I read time and again as a child and sought out as an adult to have surround me. As I look back at the list I just made, I am struck by the strong heroines in all of the books. Not something I was consciously trying to do at all.
That’s my list. What would be on yours?