(The question for this edition of the Literary Book Blog Hop is one that anybody can answer...so if you've been resisting joining, this would be the perfect week to give it a go!)
Here's the question, courtesy of Debbie at Reader Buzz: How did you find your way to reading Literary Fiction and Nonfiction?
I actually posted about this back in July; it is interesting to see what initially solidified a person into being a reader...more specifically, a reader of Literary Fiction/Nonfiction.My parents knew how important it was that their children become readers, and they did a great job at laying that initial foundation. At some point, however, a reader's journey must become their own. There are a few specific books that stand out in my memory as making a big impression on me.
There were a couple of years growing up when I would fluctuate wildly between being a tomboy and being a princess...I loved to play baseball barefoot in the street with the neighborhood kids, and the big dirt pile in my back yard was honestly one of the most captivating things around...but I also loved to dress up and be pretty, and find the most beautiful books the children's section of the library had to offer. This is how The Little Princess entered my life. My library had this delightful miniature copy that set my heart a-flutter. I read that a few times...wish I had that copy in my hands even now!
The next big impressions didn't happen until high school. I was tearing through the Victoria Holt books like there was no tomorrow when my mom finally became exasperating and told me to read a classic for a change. She'd had a friend who had read Anna Karenina in high school, I should do that too. So I did, just so that I could prove to my mom that I could. (She hadn't read it and was pretty horrified to learn that this classic involved a woman throwing herself in front of a train in the name of love--I think that was the kind of drama she was trying to get me away from!)
Other books made an impression on me in high school as well: A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, The Three Musketeers, How Green Was My Valley. It took me a few years to make it to the types of books I now read (I got married young, had my kiddos young, and didn't have enough reserve brain cells to keep up a healthy diet of literary fiction until I joined my book club.) I'd say that those titles I mentioned are really what gave me the basis for what books I enjoy today, and my book club taught me how to branch out and take chances, because sometimes it is really worth it.