As you may have also noted I enjoy reading. I have enjoyed reading ever since I could read.
In elementary school and middle school I learned new things with the Berenstein Bears, solved mysteries with the Boxcar Children, drew curtains with Amelia Bedelia, escaped modern day through the American Girls, as well as the March sisters from Little Women. And I even went through all of Anne of Green Gables antics, even up until she had her own children who had their own antics.
Then in high school I was introduced to the wonderful world of science fiction and dystopian societies. I whetted my appetite with The Giver by Lois Lowery (This may have actually been in middle school…). I ate up Ray Bradbury’s Farenheit 451(Although it wouldn’t be until a college friend shoved Illustrated Man into my hands that I would truly appreciate Mr. Bradbury) and George Orwell’s 1984. Of course being the romantic high schooler that I was, I sprinkled my diet with romantic novels aimed at my age group, although the only ones that really stand out in my memory are by Sarah Dessen, especially Keeping the Moon. I had given Jane Austen a taste, just to see what all the hubbub was about, but just after reading Pride and Prejudice and Mansfield Park, I realized she did not particularly agree with my palate….
By college, my hunger was insatiable. I had no time during the semester to read, but once a break would start I would set out to the library with my grocery list of new books and usually end up biting off more than I could chew. My first boyfriend was a huge Haruki Murakami fan, despite having only read half of Kafka on the Shore. Aware of my hunger, he lent it to me.Thus the start of a beautiful relationship. (With Murakami, not so much with my ex.) Murakami’s writing does take some getting used to but you once you have the stomach for it, you can’t help but want to read all of his novels. And I’ve only felt let down once or twice, with Norwegian Wood and Sputnik Sweetheart. The writing is still great, I just had a hard time relating to the story and characters. But Hard Boiled-Wonderland and the end of the World and The Elephant Vanishes are my absolute favorites. (More on those books later? Maybe?) At the same time, my first friend ever at NYU just so happened to be a fellow bibliophile. He introduced me to Ray Bradbury’s Illustrated Man and Neil Gaiman’s Neverwhere. I realized Mr. Gaiman would be for me that food you would eat only once in a while when the craving would arise. (It doesn’t help that his novels start out rather slow, but are still satisfying in the end.)
This past summer, after I graduated college….soon to come in part 2!