It sounds as appealing as a summer vacation at Guantanamo Bay, if you asked me. Take away books and you erase history, science, medicine, and stories.... aka Knowledge.
You also take away my favorite present. When I was in fourth grade, my mom gave me a wondrous box. Inside, I found 10+ books, all young-adult novels. The gem?
"Anne of Avonlea."
Now, do you honestly know ANY redheaded girl who hasn't considered herself to be Anne Shirley for at least for a few weeks in her life? Mom says they were sold out of "Anne of Green Gables," but I soon got that book too.
I was Home.
I was Understood.
She talked as much as me.
She organized all her friends into theatrical dramas.
She hated her hair!
But where the heck was my Gilbert? I searched my classroom in vain for an intellectual foe capable of rescuing me from a downing rowboat. Alas... one tried to cheat off my answers and another said my dress made me look "less fat." Ahem. Books, for the first time, took me AWAY. And I've never quite returned.
A few months ago, a local theater produced "Anne of Green Gables, The Musical." Girls night!
Anja, age eight, very excitedly asked, "OK. Can someone tell me the story of this play before we get there?"
I had Goosebumps! "Let's start from the beginning." She now has the book.
First Giveaway at The Ole Master Plan!!
To enter, please leave a comment and answer the question,
"What was your FIRST favorite novel?"
And since a world without books = jelly-covered raisins for food, for the rest of my life, the prize is a $15 gift certificate to Amazon or Barnes & Noble, whichever the winner prefers. The winner will be chosen at random (hubby, pick a number between 1-30, please). Giveaway closes Monday, 5:00 pm, West Coast time.
Blog Tour Stops
I'm privileged to have Amber, author of the blog, A Day Without Sushi, as the featured blog spot just before mine. If you missed her blog, go back!!! It's worth your while. You'll find advice on how NOT to accept advice, on how NOT to get your child to nap, and how NOT to give up on your writing goals. God love 'er.
Your next stop is making me giggle. "The tour is now leaving the quiet gabled home of Anne Shirley. On your left, you'll see flames. Do not be alarmed. We're descending into the Realmlevels." Visit Always Writing, by Neil Ostroff, and you'll see what I mean.