Today I want to talk about childhood reads and those that mattered most to me when growing up.
I know that it’s the summer holls in some parts and what better to do on a rainy day than find more books to read?
When I was very young I struggled with reading, the school issued Biff and Bill Adventures just didn’t hold my interest, it wasn’t until my mother sat me down and taught me with Wind and the Willows that I became hooked.
Then came The Alchemists cat by Robin Jarvis, I love animals and animal tales and this was a dark and intriguing story, after that I kept an eye out for Robin Jarvis’s book everywhere I went. I still have those books to this day.
I don’t know what it was about those dark and twisted stories that these animals journeyed through, but they had me hooked.
In my journey for animal fiction I ventured upon Tailchasers Song by Tad Williams. This story told from the point of view of cats was again somewhat dark and quirky, and a bit more grown up, but I loved to follow those furry felines into strife.
Just think of all these great books I would never have read had my mother not sat me down with Wind in the Willows?