Are you insane, no way could I name only one book I love!
Like all book lovers, a youth spent hiding under the blankets, torch in hand reading till the wee hours. Probably explains why I fell asleep on the bus home from school. Then have to walk a few miles home. Would you have done any different?
A first favourite was the Paddington Bear series. Then my mother stole them from me, for some such thing and threw them away. Turning the pages breathing in the fresh smell of print, my surroundings silent, I hid somewhere quiet to devour the sentences. Sweeping my palm over the page, careful not to bend the binding or mark the pages, pretty much still do the same today.
I miss those days, now that I read on the iPad. No room any more to store; I buy paper copies of those novels that are special to me, usually signed by authors, not shared, should someone not understand my book distorted values or destroy the binding.
I worked at a bookstore part time while at school, to this day I curse that I didn’t take up their offer of full time employment. I would love to work at a bookstore now, though I doubt anyone would have me.
I read too slowly, drinking in every word. The amount of monies I’ve handed over in fines is ridiculous; I might as well buy the goddamned book and be done with it. Which reminds me I have $100 gift voucher to spend at New Edition in Fremantle. Thank you Sam and Matt x
A book I cannot finish, that haunts me, has made such an impression, has me dry reaching, and I don’t know how to delete it from my on line library so every time I choose a new one I have downloaded, there it sits to spite me. Not finishing a book goes against the grain.
The Death of Bees by Lisa O’Donnell
The novel, is not to blame, it is I. Sisters, Marnie and Nelly who bury their dead parents in the back yard. The decomposing bodies got to me, the sludge the stench, written so graphically that the picture is firmly cemented in my mind. I tried to find the passage that most affected me but I couldn’t see it through one eye, with my hands in front of my face, searching. The drug dealer, the neighbour, who take an interest in the young girls, left behind to fend for themselves, their navigation through life, haunts me.
A book I love
This is really hard as most books I read I fall in love with. So to be fair I will select
three five that have stayed with me.
Burial Rites by Hannah Kent
I literally screamed when I finished this book. Hannah Kent researched the story behind Agnes Magnustdottir, in 1829, a convicted murderess that was to be executed. A true story, whether or not she was guilty, I don’t think was ever satisfied. I cried and didn’t think she was guilty. I found her story so unjust, the attempts to salvage her sole, her ill treatment, and the assumptions, outrageous. That book stay’s with me, thank you Hannah. Rumour has it that Jennifer Lawrence will play the role of Agnes, I’ll cry the whole way through I’m sure, I just hope I don’t scream out as well.
Elemental by Amanda Curtin
A story about the Cutting Girls, about Fish Meggie and her journey. Meggie writes her story for her granddaughter. From village life in Scotland, the novel starts from 1902, living on and off a ship gutting fish. I was concerned at first at the Scottish language throughout the novel. I thought was going to be challenging. I couldn’t have been more wrong, besides, at the back of the book are the explanations, which I didn’t need. A story, of hardship, love, loss, and old wives tales. I so hope this is going to be made into a movie, Amanda is pretty awesome and I love her writing, her story telling.
Lost and found by Brooke Davis
Another exceptional human being is Brooke. I have met her several times as I have Amanda. Brooke’s debut novel is about Millie (7 years old), her father dies, and her mother abandons her in a department store. She lives there for a few days, till; a nursing home escapee (Karl 87 years old) takes her under his wing. They convince Millie’s elderly neighbour (Agatha 82 years old) to go on a journey with them to find her mother. A truly wonderful heartfelt, sad, funny book, which of course has to be made into a movie. A story for all ages, they may need to take out the sex scene though for the youngsters, just saying.
A single Stone by Meg McKinlay
This is a story about Jena, I often reflect about this novel. With or without meaning to I feel the story is about a cult. Where girls bodies are bound to prevent growth, so they can tunnel through rocks to gather stones, which allows the village to sustain itself. Only to discover….. Can’t say anymore or I’ll give it away.
The above authors are all Australian, I read mostly Australian to support our industry. There is one novel given to me as a parting gift that is not by an Australian author.
My Grandmother Sends Her Regards & Apologises by Fredrik Backman
A story of 7-year-old Elsa, her dying/dead grandmother sends her on a journey of discovery. Through a series of damaged people who assist her, hidden notes to be discovered, a treasure hunt. Although not said outright I am pretty sure Elsa has a disability. A story of empowerment.
I dare you not to love or be moved by my precious novels, in saying that it depends what you like. Just don’t ask me to lend them, I won’t, trust me. I have shared with my daughter, and will not share with anyone else, as I am a mole.
Prompt 9 next, Your feelings on ageism