I love writers. Love how much they love words. Love how they seem to know from the earliest age, that words are more than just letters strung together, they’re…
As I pondered this, I looked back at those early days when I started to discover I was a word person. And I wondered…
When did writing first sing to us? To me? To you? Whose words first stirred us, deep within?
For me, it was:
- A. Milne’s Winnie the Pooh books, read to me by my mom.
- The Pink Room. One of the first novels I ever read. I don’t remember the story, haven’t been able to find it anywhere so don’t know the author, but I remember like it was yesterday the impact the story had on me. How it transported me.
- C. S. Lewis’s Chronicles of Narnia, read in installments in our Sunday School paper.
- The Trixie Beldon series—Go, Bobwhites!
- The Miss Bianca series—the actual books, not the Disney incarnations. Trust me, the real Miss Bianca books are NOT Disney. These books showed me how wonderfully awful villains can be, and how truly inspiring reluctant heroes are.
So how about you? What are the books or stories that first breathed the love of words into your soul?