Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Day 13: A Fictional Book

A fictional book... let's see... how do I choose one?

I have read many books in my day, and a lot of them have left impressions on me in one way or another. I remember reading "Ribsy" in 3rd grade and not liking it, and in my book report I called it boring. And my teacher told me that there is no such thing as a boring book, only the boring mind that interprets it. Isn't that a nice thing to tell an 8 year? So, let my wrack my boring mind and try to come up with a good fictional book to tell you all about.

I think that, much like all the other topics, I'm not going to be able to keep it to just one; but I'll compromise and keep it to one series.

Since I started reading, the "Little House" series has held a special place in my heart. I still re-read them every couple of years.

I remember wanting to make maple sugar candy like Laura and Mary got to make, and I had a little chalkboard slate, and I would do math problems on it at my desk in my room, pretending that I was in a one-room schoolhouse like they had.

My favorite of the series is "These Happy Golden Years," the book where Laura and Almanzo start seeing each other and get married. Every time I read it, I still get excited when I get to the chapter titled, "Barnum Walks," because I know that's when Almanzo is going to propose. And I smile wickedly to myself when Laura lets the blanket flap in the wind to scare the horses to try to keep Nellie from going on their rides with them.

I remember reading these books for the first time when I was in elementary school, and I would borrow them from my sister. We read the books so many times that the pages started to fall out, and eventually I got a new copy of the series. My newer ones haven't been read quite as many times, and are still in good shape, but even as I think about them now, I am tempted to run upstairs and grab one of them and settle in on the couch for a nice little read.

And back to the "there's no such thing as a boring book," I truly beg to differ. I had to read "What Maisie Knew" by Henry James when I was at Trinity, and that book bored me silly. And I don't think that it was just my boring mind, because my friends that had to read it all felt the same. So, either I travel in a circle of boring minds, or maybe, just maybe, my third grade reading teacher was just a jerk.


  1. What a nasty remark..books so can be boring. The mind is not boring because it interprets the book incorrectly..some books are just not interesting. Maybe someone else loved it..but you didnt and though you read it and did your homework you didnt get props but put down. Naughty nasty old teacher! boo on you I say Boooooo! Bow to the queen of slime......bahahahahah

  2. Hahaha... I was instinctively looking for the "like" button. :-)