Books

Childhood Faves

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I have read many a book in my time, obviously. I spend a fair portion of my time talking about books on here, in fact this entire month is dedicated to book chat entirely. I love them. It was a love that was cultivated during my childhood. I was always encouraged to read, I was always kinda good at reading. I had the ability to sit down and read a book whereas my brother always had to be doing something. I think to accommodate for both I learned how to read books quickly so that I can do what I wanted and then also play Power Rangers with him.

Therefore, given that I am talking all things bookish (and it’s a Thursday, so throwback) I thought I would give a little run down of the books that I loved in my childhood.

1) Harry Potter – JK Rowling

This seems like a given, however there is a caveat. I only read the first 4 books when I was younger. The films then caught up with the books and the books got so long and I was so scared of books longer than 400 pages that I avoided them like the plague. Plus I figured all the important stuff would end up in the films so I didn’t really feel like I was missing out at the time (I can confirm that I read the whole series over summer 2012). The first 4 books were the first ‘adult’ books that I was allowed to read with adult supervision. I mean my parents also read them, but you get what I mean. They shaped a lot  of my childhood and continue to do so well into my supposed adulthood. I get all up in my feelings about these books often. Usually out of nowhere.

2) Double Act – Jacqueline Wilson

I have for sure talked about this book before on here because it is the beast that started it all. The beast being my love of reading. This book was just always a great source of comfort for me. I used it to hone my reading skills. It’s the book that I managed to get down to reading in an hour or two. I didn’t think that would turn out to be important when I was doing that age 10, but then I did an English degree where I had to read two books a week and so go past me for that one.

3) James and the Giant Peach – Roald Dahl

I read a lot of Roald Dahl in my childhood. He was a staple with his twisted attitude towards children but for some reason this was always the book that held a particularly special place in my heart. I don’t even really know why, it was like I wanted to just live in a giant peach with some massive insects. Why I could not tell you, but there you go. Of all the Roald Dahl books this one kind of reigns supreme.

4) The Recruit – Robert Muchamore

I either picked this book up on a whim, or it was given to me by my dad. Either way, it was one of those books that I could not put down and devoured so quickly. I then passed it onto my brother and he did the same thing. I stopped reading this series after book 10 I think because I just lost the damn book in my house somewhere. But I always loved it when I got to read another book in this series.

5) Twilight – Stephanie Meyer

I was like 14 when I read this book, so I might be playing a little bit loosely with ‘childhood’ faves, but I did use to really love this book. That hasn’t really translated into adulthood, although I could write a killer essay on it these days if I wanted to. It was my first interaction with vampires and I kind of liked it. Until they turned out to be everywhere and I stopped that. But I’m coming back around to them again now.

6) My So Called Life – Joanna Nadin

I was also 14 when I read this book, in fact I’ve read pretty much the whole series with the exception of what I think is the last one. There was something about this book that just made me feel all warm and fuzzy. And was also always something that I could blitz through real quick. I could never wait to start the next book whenever I acquired them and that was, and still is, my favourite thing about books.

To be honest, there are so many other Jacqueline Wilson and Roald Dahl books that I read and re-read in my childhood. Special mention goes out to Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, The Witches, The Story of Tracy Beaker, Cliffhanger, The Illustrated Mum and How to Survive Summer Camp. There are also so many other books that I know I’m forgetting, but I then did also always just tend to re-read the books that I liked a lot. So much. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve read some of them to be honest.

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