Name 10 Books

September 18, 2014 at 3:40 pm 3 comments

booksBless me father, for I have coveted books. And I am likely to continue to do so.

I love books. I love to read books. Sometimes I hug books. I have a fair number of books. I want more books.

You may look at my books. I may even let you touch my books. You may not borrow my books.

In short, I love books more than I hate chain letters. So having been tagged via facebook to name 10 books that stayed with me, I wanted to do it. Although, as you will see, I failed miserably at the game’s rule to “not give it much thought.”

Asking me to name books is like asking a kid in a candy store to name candy. And, like M&Ms and my hips, more than 10 have stayed with me.

I did not begin reading with Dick and Jane. I began reading with Al and Kay. Snuggled on the couch or tucked in bed, being read to is one of my very earliest memories, binding forever the concepts of love and comfort to bits of paper and board.

(i.e., Dammit, I could pick 10 books that have stayed with me since before I could even read them.)

When I was seven years old, doctors still made house calls, and I was diagnosed as “reading too much.” The word dismay was not yet in my vocabulary, but I felt its meaning. I also felt it ease when Mom and the doctor left the room without noticing the book on my nightstand.

I got better. But I was not cured.

A few years later, I had a friend over for a play date. When she asked me what we should do, I suggested “reading.”

Reading is a most excellent past time. But it is important to also interact with real people. Else, you might go through life saying dis-heave’ld when you mean to say disheveled.

Aside from vocabulary, books will expand your soul. Books can make you laugh out loud. Books can make you sigh. Books will ping your heart with truth. Books are life preservers. The good books I have read, as much as my Daugherty hair and my Schmidt nose, are a part of who I am.

I have often thought it would be a great idea to get a book journal and keep track of what I’ve read, to capture where these bits and pieces of me came from.

I wish I’d done it long ago. But I finally ordered one from amazon.com — at 2 a.m. last night when my list of 10 books was stuck firmly at 47 and I gave up for the night.

So, finally, agonizingly, and with a ridiculous amount of self-inflicted, painstaking consideration, here is my list of 10 books that have stayed with me.

The Mystery at the Lilac Inn, Carolyn Keene
A Wizard of Earthsea, Ursula K. Le Guin
Catcher in the Rye, J.D. Salinger
Illusions, Richard Bach
Touch Not the Cat, Mary Stewart
Coyote Blue, Christopher Moore
Herb & Lorna, Eric Kraft
Dandelion Wine, Ray Bradbury
The Shipping News, E. Annie Proulx
The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald

I tag Tracy D., Valerie G., and Dan T. Good luck.

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  • 1. WritingbyEar  |  September 18, 2014 at 4:40 pm

    My Carolyn Keene would have been The Clue in the Diary, which I always read (and today typed) as The Clue in the Dairy….(under the milking stool, no doubt).

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    • 2. WritingbyEar  |  September 18, 2014 at 5:17 pm

      Oh, and per your dis-heave-ld point, mine would be “miss-ld” instead of “misled” and Betsy Butcha-nan instead of Betsy Buchanan. :-)

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      • 3. B. Schmidt  |  September 18, 2014 at 10:25 pm

        hahaha, good one. So, it wasn’t just me. Another one for me was reading an entire book (and doing an oral book report) about a guy named Seen, who was really named Sean. And Larkspur Lane was the first one I got. I don’t think I ever read the Diary one (or the Dairy one).

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