This is one of those horoscopes that I just go, yes, you're true at as I finished my fact-checking job today, have a holiday party for library volunteering tomorrow, an interview next week and still have to start my Yuletide. A lot of this is wonderful, good and a little scary but it feels like a lot. Though I did kind of step out for a little bit by going to the first part of the local shops holiday open house tonight and finding some presents. It was lovely to walk on my own, terribly cold but that made me miss Michigan. I had some wonderful, unexpected conversations and a nice moment before I came home.
There are posts and reviews I want to write but I'm moving past all of those onto today's December Meme. I still have a number of spots open for prompts and talking points on DW and LJ.
Today's topic is from dodger_sister: favorite childhood books?
I love this question and I've been pondering it for a good part of the day as I try to figure out where do I define childhood's ending. I think for me the answer is the end of elementary school, that's when books started to go into another realm.
Chronicles of Narnia: Narnia is a huge part of my childhood. I can remember reading Dawn Treader in Canada when my parents capsized their canoe at my great-uncle's cabin and watching the PBS Narnia movies. They're a bit wobbly but I love those movies a lot. I don't remember when I decided to hold off on reading The Last Battle because I didn't want the series to end, but I still haven't. Narnia is one of the reasons I love fantasy as I do. To try and explain it all is hard but so much comes from how the heart of it is kindness and listening.
Prydain: I had all the Prydain books by Lloyd Alexander but my favorite was always the book of short stories of various myths. The one of the bard who had to speak the truth got me, because that's the kind of teacher, storyteller, person I want to be. Truth is hard but important.
The Dark is Rising: I first picked up a Dark is Rising book at my best friend's house during a sleepover, I'd finished the book I'd brought and needed another. I started reading and borrowed it and then found the next book and now own all of them. To me these books are winter and the holidays and the strange cold and quiet of winter.
Pickles the Firehouse Cat: This book recently came into my thoughts as I was browsing the NYPL store and found this whole collection of books by the author and illustrator Esther Averill and went oh, I know you. I texted my mom, because she must know them and after some research realized that I knew and loved this book. My uncle for a lot of years was a fireman so this book meant connected to him and cats.
Wee Gillis, this is another book that I read and read and it made me happy. I have Scottish ancestry on both sides and someone must have gifted me this book, but I don't remember where it came from only that I loved it. I loved how he played and how he cared.
Honestly I could keep naming books for ages as I still have a box/shelf of them, they're the books that changed me and these are only the first ones.