|In the battle of car vs. trash bin, the bin won.|
04 March 2014
- David Baldacci
- Lee Child
- Michael Connelly
- Debbie Macomber
- James Patterson
- Jodi Picoult
- Nora Roberts/JD Robb
- Brandon Sanderson
- Nicholas Sparks
- HM Ward
26 February 2014
25 February 2014
- Sitting in my jammies with my dad while he read Little House in the Big Woods aloud to me. My dad worked a lot when I was little, but we always had that time together.
- Standing in line with my dad to get his copy of The Battle of Stonington: Torpedoes, Submarines, and Rockets in the War of 1812 signed by the author. My first author signing! I was ten?
- Going with my mom to the library two towns over (because our town's was terrible) and her patiently reading magazines for two hours while I tried to get my books-I-want-to-read down to the five the library allowed me ... and (of course) I always told myself I'd make those five last as long as possible because my mom couldn't take me to the library every week (that was my dream of adulthood -- going to the library whenever I wanted) and (of course) I'd then gobble them all up.
- Purchasing Bunnicula at my elementary school's Scholastic Book Fair. I remember rushing to the payment table to fork over my hard-won allowance as quickly as possible. Not for me the sparkly sticker packs and scented multi-hued ink pens that so enamored the popular second-grade girls!
- Tucked up my aunt's couch, devouring my first adult romance, during some family gathering. It was a Signet Regency Christmas anthology and some of the stories were pretty racy for a fifth grader. What my aunt was thinking, telling me to help myself to her collection, I don't know, but I thank her.
- The librarian and I going book-by-book through the "older reader" children's section of my town's (very) tiny library, trying to find a book I had borrowed months before and was suddenly desperate to re-read. We did find it, eventually. It was about a slave girl in ancient Egypt who spied for a court noble on other court nobles (?). It was fraught with romantic tension, I tell you. Fraught.
- Developing a huge crush on my chemistry lab partner after she loaned me all the books in Melanie Rawn's The Dragon Prince trilogy, because she was too cool to care that reading chunkster fantasy fiction was seriously uncool. We spent many a lab session happily discussing what rings we would have if we were faradhi.
- When Best Friend and I crept down to the cavernous laundry room in the basement of our residence hall and took turns reading bits of Lovecraft to each other. The claustrophobic hallway (with the many padlocked doors and the Brown Jenkin-sized holes in the walls) that led into the laundry room was just so much icing on the cake.
- Summer mornings spent lolling around my English boyfriend's Essex house share, reading my way through his enormous stack of Recluse novels whilst eating all sorts of delicious English junk food. (Is it any wonder I married him?)
- My dad struggling valiantly with Terry Pratchett's sometimes unpronounceable character and place names while he read Jingo aloud to me when I was in the hospital at nineteen.