Most of the
bloggers here at Tangled are starting "first" theme this week,
but I missed my chance to write about books that impacted me when I was growing
up, so I'm going to revisit that theme with today's post!
When I think back to the books that made the biggest impression on me, it's strange now to see that they were all so very different from each other. They weren't even really in the same genre. Is there a common link that ties them together?
When I think back to the books that made the biggest impression on me, it's strange now to see that they were all so very different from each other. They weren't even really in the same genre. Is there a common link that ties them together?
Casey
and the Coach by Holly Simpson
My mom found this book for me at one of those
used library sales and I must have read it about 3,000 times. I read it several
times a year growing up. This book taught me early on how important it is for
young girls to have characters they can relate to. I was a gymnast, and so reading about
gymnasts really resonated with me. This
book also features a key tension between Casey and her dad, who is also her
coach. My Dad was my kung fu coach when
I was younger, and that was a really hard position to be in. This book made me feel less alone because I could
relate so clearly to Casey’s position. I write with that in mind, these
days. One of my only clear goals in
writing is to provide relatable characters for less spoken to groups, like
Jewish young adults. This book also had
a really cute love story. To this day, I curse Casey for forgetting to wear her
skeleton t-shirt on Halloween.
The Hero and the Crown by Robin McKinley . We all have a McKinley book on our
lists, right? (If you don’t, you’ve got some wonderful reading to do.) This book really did a number on me. I read
it in on day, beginning on the school bus on the way home and ending in the wee
hours of the morning long past when I should have been in bed. The thing that’s
always been so remarkable to me about this novel is the tone of it. It’s so
heavy. Two scenes in particular
stand out: When Aerin is climbing the steps of the tower
forever, and when Maur’s head is wreaking miasma all over
the palace. I haven’t read this book in at least a decade, and I can still
remember those scenes so vividly, they’re so potent. I should really go back
and dissect them and try to figure out how McKinley does it on a sentence
level. This book also has a great love
story... or two great love stories.
Growing up, I was always a big Aerin/Tor shipper. Now that I’ve aged, I have a greater
appreciation for Luthe... but most of all I now understand why Aerin must delay
one and love the other for a time. I
feel like this is a book that means so many different things to me as I age,
and if I read it again in another ten years I’m sure I’ll discover new sides of
it.
Walk Two Moons by Sharon Creech. Man, this book also did a number on me. I did not expect the ending at all when I first read it, and when I reached the ‘twist’ I balled
like a baby. All night. I just wailed. A
few years later, I read it out loud to my mom, who was unsurprised by the
ending. She said “of course. I am a mother.
How could it be anything but that, Ariane?” And again, as I age, I see
what she means. As a child, that ending
is unimaginable. As a mother, it’s the
only explanation. This novel really taught me how powerful a twist ending can
be... although looking back I wonder if Creech even intended for it to be a
surprise.
The
Thief of Always by Clive Barker. This book has
influenced me more than any other in my life. It was first read to me by my 6th
grade teacher, and then I read it to my mom (the first in my tradition of
reading to her while she cooked). I
found a dusty hardcover with illustrations in my brother’s room that I cherish
to this day. It has my favorite opening
line: “The great grey beast February had eaten
Harvey Swick alive.” (There, now
this entry is about Firsts, as well!) And my favorite final line, too. It introduced
a question to me of which I’ve never grown tired: Is reality, with all of its
pain and dark, worth sacrificing to escape? I didn’t intend for my first novel,
ETHER, to be so similar to THE THIEF OF ALWAYS, but when I finished it I saw
the links so clearly. I chewed and chewed on this question since 6th grade,
when I was Harvey Swick’s age, and spat out my answer in ETHER when I was 23.
Some other books that
impacted me a lot were AFTERNOON OF THE ELVES (Janet
Taylor Lisle), TUCK EVERLASTING (Natalie Babbit), SCARY STORIES TO TELL
IN THE DARK (Alvin Schwartz), LAND OF FOAM (Ivan Yefremov), and I HAVE
LIVED A THOUSAND YEARS (Livia Bitton-Jackson).
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