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Now, you know me I love a book. And if you don’t, then I direct you to the ‘Books and Things’ page which will give you an indication.
Now, I don’t have new books to talk about (although I have now finished 2…yay), but I thought I would shake it up and talk about a book that I used, and in some capacity still do, love.
When I was younger, my main gateway into regular reading was through the works of Jacqueline Wilson. So, she is both to blame and to thank for my current problem (the problem being that my house just seems to keep creating these new piles of books and I don’t know what to do about it (I mean I do, but that’s so hard..).
But there was one book that stood above them all, and believe me I read a lot of them, and that book was Double Act. At this point I couldn’t even tell you why I loved that book so much, but up until I was about 12 it was kind of my everything.
If I was bored then I would pick it up and flick through it. Eyes skimming over the words until I found a part that I liked. And then eventually I moved onto being able to just pick the book up and move straight to the page and carry on like that was totally normal. The state of the spine of that book is ridiculous. I am surprised that the thing just hasn’t outright fallen apart at this point. It’s the only book on this planet that I have ever just picked up and started reading from some random point and not even been phased by it because I know exactly what has happened and exactly what will happen and the rest is just middle.
The rest is just a great middle.
I haven’t actually picked it up in over 10 years, but I know that somewhere in my brain should I ever do so that I will be able to just recite all the events (and honestly, in some cases the actual sentences) like it is nothing. Because that is the kind of shit that my brain deems useful. However, I am 99% sure that I can only pull this random information from my memory with the book in front of me, as I’m writing this I don’t think I can remember any of the plot except for the fact that there are twins and one (spoiler alert) tries to run away (?). Seriously can anyone tell me why memory works like that? It’s weird.
It’s the book that always made me fall back in love with reading. It’s the book that was the first one that I ever managed to read in a day (and then in a matter of hours. I think I got it down to two once…). It’s the first book that I ever really truly re-read. It’s the book that will always hold a special place in my heart, no matter how many books I have read since, and I have read a lot since. Believe me.
And it’s always going to be the book that started this all, and I am always going to be grateful for that.
And I might try and find where my copy is, I’m pretty sure it’s in a pile of books somewhere…
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