August Book-A-Month Challenge Prompt:
Read a Throw-Back– Find a children’s book or YA novel you’ve never read and give it a go. Try picking a genre you always liked as a kid. Or, if you weren’t much of a reader, trying asking friends for recommendations of their childhood favorites.
Growing up, I had a list as long as my arm of books I wanted to read. As a result, a great many never received my attention. Little Women by Lousia May Alcott, The Series of Unfortunate Events by Lemony Snicket, Eragon by Christopher Paolini, The Redwall Series by Brian Jacques–all these and more sat on my shelf untouched, or remained on my to-be-read list without ever making their way to the top. Some I eventually got rid of, not because I was less interested in them, but simply because I decided that if I hadn’t read them by now, I never would.
So my goal this month is to read one. To find one of those books from childhood I always wanted to pick up but never did.
To get you started, allow me to share an excerpt from one of my childhood favorites, East by Edith Pattou:
(From the Prologue)
They want me to write it all down, though I’m not sure why.
It seems enough that Father and Neddy wrote down their parts. Especially Neddy; he was always the storyteller in the family. I’m not a storyteller, not really. It takes more patience than I’ve got–or rather, than I used to have. I guess I did learn a bit about patience in the course of the journey. But even so, I’d much rather set the story down in cloth. Well, actually I have. Hangs on the north wall in the great room, and the whole story is there. But words are easier to understand for most people. So I will try.
It isn’t easy for me to walk the path back to the beginning of the story, even to know where the true beginning is. And telling a story, I suppose, is like winding a skein of spun yarn–you sometimes lose track of the beginning.
All I intended to do, when I began the journey, was to set things right. They say losing someone you love is like losing part of your own body. An eye or a leg. But it is far worse–especially when it is your fault.
But already I’m getting ahead of myself. It all began with a pair of soft boots.
(If you are looking for another suggestion of middle-grade books to try, check out my review of The Girl Who Drank the Moon. Don’t forget to share what you’re reading on our book-a-month challenge forum.)