Words: many choice ones
Caffeine: morning cup
Evil Calories: none...feel like utter poo
Reality TV: whatever happens to be on
When I was little, this was my favorite book:
Blossom Culp had me at hello. I can honestly say I still haven't read a first person narrative that has grabbed me as much as she did. Although, maybe we just can't get grabbed like we did when we were young. We're all old and bitter and unimpressed by everything. But I remember so well sitting in the library of my elementary school watching some show on PBS where a guy read a story and, at the same time, drew a scene from the story, and when I realized he was reading Ghosts I Have Been, I freaked. No one else in my class seemed to connect with this book, and I just didn't get it. For the early 80's, it was very edgy, especially for a YA book. All I'd been exposed to were books like Beezus and Ramona and Charlie & The Chocolate Factory.
I mention this because I woke up feeling like utter poo this morning. The kind of utter poo that makes you wonder if you accidentally slept on train tracks the night before. Everything hurt. Even my eyelashes. So, I spent the ENTIRE day in bed, which sucked because it was my one "mommy" day off. But, halfway through the day, I suddenly wanted this book. It's like I was seven years old and home sick from school (real sick, not fake sick) and just wanted my favorite things. So, with lots of moaning I dragged myself to the spare room, because I swear I bought it many years ago just to have in my collection. But it wasn't there. I was sad. Tomorrow I'll probably wake up feeling better and suddenly I'll be all grown up again and the urge to read it will fade.
What was one of your favorite childhood books?