My Literary Addiction

26 Sep

nancy_drewIn the past two weeks alone, I’ve read three complete novels. You’re probably wondering how I can find the time to read that much with close to fifty piano students, three kids still at home, a household to run, and a novel to write, but you see—a drug addict will always find her fix. And that’s what reading is to me—a fix, an escape, a downright cheap and easy way to flee my often complex reality.

I remember when I unearthed my deep love of books—or more aptly, my love of escapism. I was in the in the fifth grade, and although I had always loved reading a variety of books and authors, I hadn’t yet become obsessed with reading until I discovered The Nancy Drew Mysteries by Carolyn Keene on the shelf at the public library. I was instantly hooked. I fell in love with Nancy because she was everything I thought I wasn’t—pretty, self assured, smart and independent. She drove around in her little “roadster” solving mysteries with the help of her two close girlfriends and a father who loved and encouraged her. It was easy to lose myself in that idyllic utopia that had eluded me in my own life.

My fifth grade teacher soon became concerned that I was limiting my literary horizons by reading only Nancy Drew Mysteries. Mr. Robinson, whom our fifth grade class had fittingly nicknamed “Robin Red Beard,” because of his scraggly red beard, was a balding, pale-skinned hippie who wore earth shoes and faded Levis and although he had a booming voice, he was a gentle giant. He took me aside one day and gently suggested it was time to branch out and read other genres. He then handed me a copy of “The Witch of Blackbird Pond” by Elizabeth George Speare. At first I resisted. Give up my beloved Nancy Drew for a book about a witch in the 1600’s? I think not!

But because I wanted to please my beloved Mr. Robinson, I began to read it, and you can probably figure out the rest of the story. That was the end of Nancy for the time being and the opening up of a whole newsounder literary world for me which included books like “Summer of the Swans,” by Betsy Byers, “The Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler” by E.L. Konigsberg, and “Sounder” by William H. Armstrong. I’m not sure if he even realized it, but Mr. Robinson had given me the key to the candy store.

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A few years later when I was in junior high, I secretly rekindled my love affair with Nancy Drew until one embarrassing day at the public library when the man helping me check out my tall stack of mysteries narrowed his eyes at me.

“Aren’t you a little old for these?” he teased.

I was mortified. “They’re for my little sister,” I said, stammering. I don’t even have a sister.

Sure they are,” he said with a knowing smile.

I was so humiliated that when I got outside the library I dumped the whole lot into the big metal book return box and didn’t pick up a Nancy Drew mystery until many years later when my two oldest girls were in elementary school. One Christmas I bought a box set of her mysteries as a present for them and I was so excited to watch them fall in love with Nancy that I couldn’t wait to see their excited faces on Christmas morning.

“Nancy Drew?” Leah said with a scowl after tearing open the box. “Ewwww, Mom! I hate Nancy Drew—she’s so old fashioned!”

My heart sank. It turned out that neither girl was interested in reading my beloved Nancy. The entire box set ended up on the shelf, untouched and unread until years later when I finally donated them to the same library where I began my love affair with her over forty years ago.

You win some and you lose some, I guess. My daughters’ Nancy Drew turned out to be Harry Potter and that’s just fine. It doesn’t matter what they read, as long as they read.

Thank goodness there are some addictions in life that are good for you.

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4 Responses to “My Literary Addiction”

  1. rosenlinda September 26, 2014 at 1:16 pm #

    No shame in loving Nancy Drew. I, too, was addicted and still am to reading. Visit my blog to get some recommendations and go to http://www.nationalreadinggroupmonth.org to get the titles that made the 2014 Great Group Reads list. Happy reading!

  2. Britton Swingler September 26, 2014 at 3:04 pm #

    My own love affair with books started as soon as I could read. By the time I was ten, I was quite good at walking and reading at the same time. This was the same year my sister introduced me to “The Hardy Boys” series. I read a couple of the “Nancy Drew” books, but always gravitated more towards the boys. Hmmmmm, that’s quite telling. Perhaps Nancy would have saved me from myself!

    And now the confession: I recently read a few of Nancy’s adventures and loved them. A friend of mine offered me a near-complete set for my girls and I leapt at the chance to have them for myself! I now receive an inordinate amount of pleasure from the bookshelf that houses my old set of “Hardy Boys,” books, my few old “Nancy Drew” books, and the more recent set I acquired from my friend. That said, if you ever need a fix, I can hook you up!

    Oh, I’m not finished yet! “The Witch of Blackbird Pond” came right about the time I also read “Blackbeard’s Ghost.” Later I dubbed “From the Mixed up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler” my favorite book. A few years ago, I had the same experience you did with my kids not really getting into the books I assumed were universally and timelessly appealing. Oh my broken heart…

    I wish I had the time to keep up with everything my children are reading, but alas I cannot do that and read from my own ever-increasing piles and shelves. I’m lifting my cranberry juice and sparkling water to you now in a toast to the absolute bliss of reading!

  3. debatterman September 27, 2014 at 5:42 am #

    Oh , Nancy Drew <3. I think I wanted to be her. I have a recollection of another series, called Kay Tracey, and I can picture both sets on a shelf in the foyer bookcase. Something magical, even defining, about a young girl's growing book collection. I spent this summer doing what summers past were always meant for — reading reading reading.

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