It’s WORLD BOOK AND COPYRIGHT DAY. My favorite  books… 

Where do I begin?

My mother, though she ultimately lost her sight to Retinitis Pigmentosa, was always an avid reader.  As such, she raised us to share that love of reading.  My earliest favorites included Little Golden BooksMy First Book of Poetry and “Aesop’s Fables, and of course, Robert Louis Stevenson’s A Child’s Garden of Verses – how I loved the rhythm and rhyme!

We also grew up playing an old card game “Authors.”
At some point, it became my goal to read every book in that game.  I never accomplished that objective, though I did read many of them.
My brother and I didn’t just read the usual Hardy Boys and Nancy Drew youth series of our day.  We delved into Mom’s collection, and devoured anything that captured our interest.
I don’t know if I was an exception, or if most little girls voraciously read all of Louisa May Alcott’s books.  The simplicity and wholesome setting was so comforting- especially in the 1960s, when it seemed the world was, as Billy Joel analogized on fire, (and “we didn’t start it”).
I think I was about 10 the first time I read Gone With the Wind, and about that same age when my older brother turned me on to Esther Forbes Johnny Tremain.  I loved that story.  Not only did I read it several times, it sparked my interest in the American Revolutionary War.
By age 13, with no English teacher pressure, I dove into Dickens’ Oliver Twist and David Copperfield, which gave me a slight advantage when they were required reading.
By my mid-teens, I was caught up in the gothic romance of the Bronte sisters and their more modern counterpart Phyllis Whitney.
At age 14, I read James JonesFrom Here to Eternity, which led me to ask Mom some questions about both WWII and the facts of life.
I could go on.  Many of my favorites included such great works as Uncle Tom’s Cabin, The Diary of Anne Frank, and To Kill a Mockingbird – all before the school board required me to do so.  Most were my mother’s recommendations.
As an adult, the television mini-series led to my reading Larry McMurtry’s Lonesome Dove, definitely a favorite.  My mother also led me to Herman Wouk’s Winds of War series, as well as the North and South series of John Jakes.
I could go on and on. Suffice to say, my life has been all the richer for the myriad of books that added to the depth, and how grateful I am to the woman who encouraged my love of the written word – more by her example than anything she said.
Even after my mother completely lost her eyesight, she was never without several of the talking books provided by the Library of Congress – a great service for the blind and visually impaired.
Now, for the proverbial “call to action:”
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About nancsue

Writer - Former newspaper columnist - lover of all things nostalgic, collies, music, humor, and ever grateful to those who defend American citizens at home and abroad.
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2 Responses to It’s WORLD BOOK AND COPYRIGHT DAY. My favorite  books… 

  1. Denny Kinnaman says:

    enjoyed your blog, always very interesting Thanks

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