I’ve been tagged by the kind and interesting uncertainprinciples.
First, the Rules:
a. ‘The Honest Scrap Blogger Award’ must be shared.
b. The recipient has to tell 10 (true) things about themselves that no one else knows
c. The recipient has to pass on the award to 10 more bloggers.
d. Those 10 bloggers should link back to the blog that awarded them
Second, the re-defining of the rules. Following Sarah’s lead, I will only be relating book related info.
Third, the breaking of the rules. I am only tagging one other blogger. (I stole that from Sarah too.) Kevin, you’re it. Yes, you the Canadian.
Thing 1: My first favorite books, as I remember it, were Dr. Seuss (but not The Cat in the Hat) and Curious George.
Thing 2: I loved Kim Kjelgaard and his novel Big Red which is why I wished for (and received) an Irish Setter puppy for my twelfth birthday. I read many more of his books, but not all.
Thing 3: Long after I stopped enjoying the stories, I often read three “Hardy Boys” books a day. I would read one on the way to school in the morning, one while at school (generally during classes, certainly not recess), and one on the way home. The basic story is: stranger comes to town, father is working on a mysterious case, boys discover stranger is up to no good, the boys solve and their father turn out to be working on the same case, happy ending with bow.
Thing 4: I still recall the first three Tom Clancy novels fondly: The Hunt for Red October, Red Storm Rising, and Patriot Games.
Thing 5: Despite my feverish effort to complete all the then-known (by me) Hardy Boys books, my lifelong tendency has been anti-completist. I always assumed that two or three books should be plenty for any one author to say what s/he wanted to say to me. I was also passionately opposed to re-reading.
Thing 6: My brother introduced me to Tolkien and I thanked him by battering his Lord of the Rings collection of books. Sorry about that.
Thing 7: I have never finished a D.H. Lawrence novel despite starting at least two.
Thing 8: The Cybil War: “Young love, fifth-grade variety, portrayed with warmth and humor and that extra, penetrating touch one expects of Byars.” I picked it out as a bookstore treat. Embarrassment of embarrassments, my mother wanted to know if I really wanted it, if I understood that there would not be any grenades or cannon fire. I did and I did.
Thing 9: I went to a small parochial school in rural North Carolina. My high school English class rebelled against Great Expectations, so the teacher gave us summaries of each chapter to read instead. Educational rigor, that. I abandoned the book with everyone else. I later read it on my own in college and it became a favorite. As for high school English, that pretty much ended the “experimentation” with novels, as I recall.
Thing 10: I gave my first “published” book to my fifth grade teacher, Miss Vriese, as a going away present. (Crush much?) She had us write a story and then bind the pages between cloth-covered cardboard covers. Mine involved a daring escape and subsistence on “monkey meat”. I wish I had it back.