April A to Z Challenge, Challenges, Titles

B = Books, Baskets, and Bully

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It wouldn’t be a proper editor’s blog without the mention of “books” on the “B” day of the A to Z Challenge.

In continuation of a conversation with a wonderful and funny client, free-association with the memory of books in the elementary school years… GO!

  • Wrapped my own books put them under the Christmas tree for my family members back when I was still in footie jammies.
  • Owned and read just about everything published under Little Golden Books and Disney Books.
  • Would line up my stuffed animals and read to them from picture books. Sometimes I was a librarian, usually I was a crabby teacher who liked to throw chairs. Winnie the Pooh and Tigger were star pupils; the rest were upstarts.
  • Used my 3D-image covered story books to play guitar in my closet. (If you were a kid in the 70s, you know the covers!)
  • Used books as walls for dolls and GI Joe figures.
  • Was fascinated by the color blue on the hardcover Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys books.
  • Would use a pen and highlighter to scribble through my children’s bible in emulation of my studious father.
  • Thought my Collier’s Junior Classics 1-10 series was similar to the books the Tudors must have had in their big, damp castles. This series is still featured in my living room.
  • The Poky Little Puppy was irritating, but Harry, The Dirt Dog was awesome!
  • Thought I was a smarty-pants every time I saw written “had had” and didn’t realize until 5th grade that it wasn’t a typo.
  • Re-read the Sesame Street and Richard Scarry children’s’ encyclopedias a thousand times.
  • Was pretty sure I’d finish the entire Little House series by first grade. I got through Little House in the Big Woods, skipped to Little House on the Prairie, went back to Farmer Boy (of which I only read 1/3), skipped to The Long Winter, then gave up and just watched the television show.
  • Was gifted Michelle and Mark in the Woods and soon after drafted a letter to the author, requesting a title change to Michelle and Marc so my little brother’s name would be spelled correctly.
  • E.B White books were immediate favorites, read and re-read often. The Trumpet of The Swan was my favorite.
  • All horse books made me cry, like Black Beauty to The Man from Snowy River.
  • Memorized built-in bookshelves in my parents’ family room so that when a book was missing (or better yet, a new one had been added!) I knew immediately. Didn’t understand why the novel Don Quixote wasn’t called Man of La Mancha just like the musical until many years later.
  • Was thrilled to have my very own Children’s Dictionary, with my name written inside the cover. (And even more thrilled that my daughter now uses the very same dictionary and wrote her name next to mine!)
  • Pretended to understand my parents’ Dutch language books.
  • Read The Snow Goose while very young, with little understanding of the depth of the story until I was in college.
  • Tolerated Beverly Cleary for her contributions, but admired Judy Blume for her guts.
  • Loved the smell of library books, but more so, the smell of the pink or manilla colored date-stamp cards that fit into the sleeves inside the front cover. (Adult-Me wants to germ-lecture child-Me about how those cards got their smell.)
  • Read P.S. I Love You about 5 times in a row and cried each time.
  • Discovered S.E. Hinton and fell in love with beta-fish.
  • Went through a V.C Andrews phase, which makes me shudder now.
  • Once I read The Long Walk by Richard Bachman aka Stephen King, I never looked back to “kid books”. The Long Walk was my Hunger Games.
  • Mila 18 by Leon Uris marks the jumping off point into adult reading.

I could go on with this for hours…

I’d like to thank The Dollar Store for helping me be Peter Cottontail today. Easter baskets are goodie-packed, complete with games, candies, and tooth brushes. One year I was lazy and simply purchased a 3-foot chocolate bunny rabbit. A ridiculous amount of money, it went from creamy brown to crumbly white in the 5 months it lived with us. We only ate the ears. The children remind me every year to tell the Easter Bunny they didn’t enjoy Easter 2007.

Finally, The Bully Project is open in New York and Los Angeles and soon to come to major cities nation-wide. Fortunate to have seen an extended trailer for this film, I don’t have any words worth adding to something this magnificent. So, no blurb here… just a reminder to watch and support the film when it comes to your area.

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2 thoughts on “B = Books, Baskets, and Bully”

  1. OMG. I can’t even begin to tell you how many memories you stirred with this entry. There’s just something about books that change us, form us, and help us find our destiny. Thank you for such a beautiful, stirring, and nostalgic post. Bibliophiles, unite!

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