Maybe it was Winnie-The-Pooh, or Anne of Green Gables, Alice In Wonderland, Are You There God, It’s Me Margaret, Little Women, The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, Bridge to Terabithia, Rifles for Watie, The Hobbit, Hunger Games?
It was a book you wanted to own. Maybe you wanted to take it from the library and hide it under your bed so it would always be with you. It was a book to hold against your chest, tightly, a book you could keep wherever you wanted, a book you could tuck under your pillow.
A book I remember loving early on, a book I read more than once over the course of a year was Green Grass of Wyoming by Mary O’Hara the author of My Friend Flicka. I have seldom reread books at any time in my life, and certainly not way back then. But this one I read more than twice. Horses, teens and Wyoming, what a combination, or that’s what my teen self thought. I wasn’t able to own it. No one gave it to me for a gift.
Finally, a number of years ago I picked up a cheap copy at an antique sale. I felt a certain glee that finally it was mine. My Friend Flicka and the next book in the series, Thunderhead, are still in print. I believe Green Grass of Wyoming is only available used. I’ve always thought of Wyoming as a romantic place. It lives mostly in my imagination. I’ve never been able to spend much time there. I still enjoy reading about life in the western states and am a great fan of Wallace Stegner and others who write about the west.
Do you remember how you felt when you finished reading that book you loved so much? Perhaps you could not bear to let it go. Please tell us the title of a book you loved early in your reading life.
Comment here or use Facebook to share the title of one of the first books you truly loved. I’ll post the list. Thanks for sharing my bit of reading nostalgia. Let’s see if your much-loved book matches the loves of other readers out there in blogland.