A new blog to contain answers to prompts |
Since my old blog "Everyday Canvas " became overfilled, here's a new one. This new blog item will continue answering prompts, the same as the old one. |
Prompt: What books have you read that you find yourself thinking about years later? Write about this in your Blog entry today. ------------ OMG! This prompt hits the hornet's nest...in a nice way! First, almost anything I read has an aftereffect of 15 minutes to a lifetime. Then, whatever I read in my youngest days have a way of still haunting me. I bet this this has something to do with memory fading with age. There are some books from those days from which I still recall exact scenes, but for the life of me, I cannot remember the authors or the names of those books. I recall one author's name though, Comtesse de Ségur a French writer, as my mother had started reading those stories to me even before I was four. I think those books were about young children, one of them not so good (her name was Sophie), but the others were very obedient and their stories got good endings as the result. My mother's reading to me must have had something to do with my learning to read so early when I was three or four. From those earliest times, when I was ten or younger, I can still remember Tom Sawyer, Huckleberry Finn, and St. Exupery's Little Prince. This may be partly because I reread The Little Prince later in high school. I have been a big reader. I used to read 100 to 150 or more books a year. Now that my eyes are rebelling, I try listening to them, although I still miss the joy of reading from the pages and holding the book in my hands. I guess, as much as fiction and how-to books, I also read a lot of writings from all different religions because religion always has been a magnet, and I still find something good inside each of those books. Since I try to stay away from the discussion of religions in my blogs, I'm leaving those out, at the moment. Then, there are the fiction books I read during my high school and young adult years. They begin with everything from Dostoyevsky, which may be partly due to our high school lit teacher's adoration of him. To make sure, I reread a few of those later on and found that my awe of Dostoyevsky had been real and I still recall bits and pieces of his writing and characters. Also, from those earlier times, I recall quite well, Wuthering Heights, Jane Eyre, and Les Miserables by Victor Hugo. Later on, Margaret Atwood's The Handmaid's Tale, Ian McEwan's Atonement, John Green's The Fault in Our Stars, Kazuo Ishiguro's Never Let Me Go and Klara and the Sun have also impressed me deeply. The same is true of Anthony Doerr's Cloud Cuckoo Land. Then, my most memorable reading or listening has to do with memoirs and memoir based fiction. They start with Helen Keller's book, The Story of My Life, which I had read in high school and was impressed deeply by it, then. I was also impressed very much by Anne Frank's The Diary of a Young Girl, and especially Viktor E. Frankl's Man's Search For Meaning. Also, Elie Wiesel's Night, Angela's Ashes by Frank McCourt, and a few others that I'm afraid their titles and events from their insides will come back to haunt me later. I am sure I forgot a whole lot of good books that did something to my psyche, here. Since I love words for what they can do, however terribly sometimes--like "Heil Hitler!", I truly love reading books almost as much as I love playing with words myself. Also, there have been books, no matter what the hoopla about them, after I've finished reading, I have thought, "Now, why did I waste my time on this one!" Those, however, I immediately forget about. So, I guess reading is a mixed bag which is highly personal to me. |