If there’s none back then, what about years up to now?
Thoughts and feelings?
NOTE: Just in case you can’t remember the title of the story, then describe it if you can remember from back then. Or if you can’t remember that one book or few books then tell me a book that you a while ago that did the very same, but wasn’t from your childhood.
Alice in Wonderland / Through the Looking Glass
Black Beauty
Heidi
The Lion, the Witch & the Wardrobe
Winnie-the-Pooh
Mary Poppins
Charlotte’s Web
There are probably dozens of others I can’t think of right now, but these are definitely the ones I read over and over, and impacted me the most, methinks. (ღ˘ᴗ˘ღ)
Can’t remember the title, but it was about a Dog who stole some ties from a butchers and had bad dreams because of it… It was a great little book and it was my fave at that time…
The Dog was called Benji, and that was the reason I chose that name for the Maisie and Benji Adventures.
Can still see the pictures now, and the look of the Dog. Fond memories indeed!
What made me want to read? Idk. My mom got me reading books from when I was a toddler, so I was already a bookworm by the time I could read on my own. I do distinctly remember enjoying Eloise mainly making my mom read it to me over and over in a normal way and a funny way. Eventually, I started reading it over and over myself. I know I enjoyed Dr. Seuss books like Go Dog Go, Hop on Pop, Oh the Place’s You’ll Go, The 500 Hats of Bartholomew Cubbins, McElligot’s Pool. I LOVED McElligot’s Pool. Idk why, but I loved all the different kinds of fish introduced.
I have an aunt in the states who is a librarian and she would often send me books, too. She knew the trends of children’s books and YA because she was in charge of that section. My grandmother in the states would also send me books. When I was little, I was fine with reading the same stuff over and over
The book that made me want to write was The Princess Academy by Shannon Hale, but at that time, it wasn’t a serious thing and didn’t continue. The book that really made me want to write was The Goose Girl by Shannon Hale. It planted the seed. Pretty sure The Seventh Tower by Garth Nix also did it because I was reading those around the same time.
It was around the time of reading those books I started to write a little more. That was some time between 15 and 16. It was 16 that I learned to type and then started typing my stories. Also around that time I joined Figment, my first writing community
The Land of Stories by Chris Colfer hands down. This series made me realize that it was possible to write fanfiction and get it published as an actual physical work. The series is basically a fanfic of classic fairytales, with Colfer’s spin on the characters and weaving other stories and connections. There are 6 books, and I didn’t actually get to read all of them until way later, but when my mom bought me the first book in middle school, I fell in love and over-read the book (its pages are now tan and there is tape all over it lol). Once my bff’s mom gifted me the second one a little later, I read that one over and over too, but still not as much as the first one. Those were the only ones I had for the longest time, until my mom bought me the sixth book signed (by this time, I had borrowed and read the others from the library), and even later, my mom’s cousin gifted me the rest of the series for Christmas.
I’ve been into reading and writing for as long as I can remember, but there were definitely some books that fueled the delusion.
Anne of Green Gables
Emily of New Moon
Little Women
Firebird (turned me onto scifi, hard)
Deltora Quest (hello quest fantasy) (my mom banned me from reading these before I could finish the series which definitely fueled my long-lived obsession with them)
One huge influence had nothing to do with the book itself and everything to do with the advertisement printed in the back pages. Which, like, who still prints advertisements in books? I have no idea what it was called, it was part of a box set of four or five babysitter-club-esque ghost stories and it was about a christmas ghost, I think. The final page had a little twist where the scent of peppermint (the ghost’s scent) was lingering on the stairs or something. But it had an ad for a kids writing site in the back so of course, child me was like “amazing, must join immediately” and spent $14 of my parents money on it, and I’m still friends with people from there so it was a good investment.
I got a self-published book by an author from that site, too, and I lost it when my parents moved and I’m still mad about it ten years later.