B is for Books


It seems that I’m becoming more comfortable with embracing challenges these days. With that in mind, I’m embracing the A-to-Z Blogging challenge, by writing about the things that I most closely associate with being alive, when I show up and engage with life as fully as possible.

And with that, I give you:


I am an only child and I grew up in the Air Force. Is it any wonder that my best companions were books? Books helped me pass the time while my father completed all the paperwork (in triplicate, no less) needed to get us settled. My love affair with books has never waned. I could run through a list of my favourite books and authors, but somehow that feels like cheating.

Books did more than take my mind off the tedium of military bureaucracy. The Narnia tales taught me there was much more to this world than what my five senses could take in. Sometimes the wardrobe was much much larger on the inside than ever it looked on the outside. I sought Aslan in every farmyard cat that crossed my path. When a school friend gave me a piece of a tree that bore the evidence of an industrious beaver, I wondered if it were acquainted with Peter, Susan, Edmund and Lucy? Without even understanding who Aslan or the Emperor across the Sea really were, I longed to find them. Much of my childhood play was an earnest effort to find my own wardrobe entrance to Narnia.

Greek, Roman and Egyptian mythology, Beowulf, all told of histories far older and, in some ways, truer than the dates, names, and facts taught in my history books. I still hunger for the folk tales of my mother’s homeland. I chase down the local legends and the regional myths of the Cotswold hills. Where the history of Gloucestershire and legend intersect, that’s where my heart begins to race just a little more. That’s the way it has always been for me. Where myth and legend and history begin to merge, that’s where magic happens. That’s where everything is possible and nothing is unlikely. It’s the intersection of madness and perfect clarity and if I could pitch my tent anywhere in the world, it would be smack dab in the middle of that nexus.

And, of course, how could I forget A Wrinkle in Time? My first exposure to science fiction, my first identification with a character that seemed so much like me, another exposure to something “larger” than the world I could see and taste, and smell and touch. Oh, how I could go on and on about this book alone!

But the magic did not end with my childhood. I read Joseph Campbell’s The Hero with a Thousand Faces in college only to discover that we are not as different as we would like to believe. That even in our stories, our mythology and legend, we are more alike than we are unlike. In a similar vein, and a few years later, I read Clarissa Pinkola Estes’ book Women Who Run with the Wolves and decided that Campbell had not gone far enough in his studies. He had forgotten about the women.  At the risk of sounding like a traitor to my gender, I had never before appreciated the inherent strength of womanhood but I began to grow into it and to value the wisdom, dignity and power of sisterhood.

I think I could write an entire A-to-Z blog just on the books that have enriched my life. If ever I want to consult the road map that shows me how I got here and where I hope to go in the future, all I have to do is look at my own bookshelves. The path is there. Word by word. Page by page. Each having left its mark in heart and mind and soul. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.


8 thoughts on “B is for Books

  1. On those difficult days when I think that I cannot ever get the ending on my novel right, I ditch the laptop and run headlong to the sanctuary of favorite books. During spring break I was planning to write and write. Instead I read and read. Ahhhh.

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    • There’s a season to write and a season to read. The trick is knowing which season you’re in and which season you need to be in. I’m so glad you listened to yourself and moved to the right season!

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  2. Carryl,
    I read the Chronicles of Narnia in college. I recall after all my chore were done, lying in bed fully clothed reading Trixie Beldon books (I loved their photos on the front inside cover) in the hardback books. I also was Scholastic’s best customer I would guess in school! I sometimes ordered 10 a month! The Wednesday Witch. Carol in the City. Jenny Lind’s Listening Cat.
    Thanks for a great post!


    • Ooh – Trixie Beldon! I loved the Trixie Beldon books! I’m pretty sure there were times when Scholastic was kept solvent by my insatiable appetite for books. I can’t say the same for my parents, though!

      Thank you for stopping by!


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