As a child i read everything from one corner of our expansive free military library...the Barr Memorial...to the other. I read cartoonist books some two feet x 2 feet...The Bird...Felix The Cat...anything Charles Schultz.
A story called the Story Snail. I read that one from the time i was 5 to around 11 at least a hundred times.
Flowers for Algernon, written by Daniel Keyes
One of my favorites...a disabled man who is given an experimental treatment(alongside his mouse, Algernon, test mate) He becomes intelligent, falls in love...and then Algernon begins to revert to his normal mental state and the man realizes it is only a matter of time before the persona he has become....dies and he will be reduced once again to that lower state.
I have read all of the Nancy Drew novels, at least twice. Something about their simple ways...a more innocent time.
Andrea Norton, every single book...more than twice.
Hubknuckles, by Ms Emily Herman. Magnificently illustrated by Deborah Kogan.
This book remains in my library to this day...and when i am extremely lost...i read it.
A child who dances with a ghost. This child still does.
My Beloved Mother, each Halloween...as we always did upon our lawn together.
As an adult my speed reading always seemed to get me into trouble. I could never join a book club...they always assumed i had read the book prior somehow.
I devour books.
But, some of my late additions to my reading in the past two decades were more poets than authors.
Anais Nin
Robert Frost
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Henry David Thoreau
Walt Whitman
John Keats
Geoffrey Chaucer
Omar Khayyam
For the past few years, i have spent writing my own story down. I wish there was a way for others to read it. Maybe someday they will.
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