When asked to write about my memorable childhood reading experiences, the difficulty lies in choosing.  I was lucky to be born into a family of readers.  I started my journey of words as most children do, curled in my mother's lap, listening to her beautiful voice and looking at pictures as she turned the pages.  Every Christmas Eve, we were allowed to open one present-always a book-and we raced upstairs in our pajamas to read by lamplight as we listened for Santa's sleigh.  It wasn't until I was a mother myself that I realized the true genius of this tradition: we kids stayed up late into the night...and slept in just a little bit later on Christmas morning.

    

Obviously, I have a string of books that mattered to me, that changed the way I saw the world.  Early on, there were the Oz books by Frank L. Baum, and Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.  These were novels that helped me grow up, showed me that the world could sometimes be a scary and unexpected place.  I felt very grown up when I read them, and if I often ran up to Mom in the kitchen afterward and stayed close, she never seemed to mind.  Or perhaps she knew that that's what books are all about-they take us places and show us things and even terrify us, but we are stronger for it in the end.

         

But even with all of then, when asked to choose a most important childhood book, the answer is ultimately easy; I can do it without even thinking about it.  The Lord of the RingsWhen I was thirteen years old-in 1973, the Make Love not War years-these fantasy novels were the talk of my household.  My parents tried repeatedly to get me to read the trilogy.  Because I was a teenager, I refused on principle alone.  Several times I attempted to read the first one, but I always put it down.  Too many words, I'd say; too confusing; too slow. And my mother would smile.

    

Then I got the flu and ended up in bed for a week.  Well, I started LOTR and that was it.  Fever?  Who cares.  Hacking cough?  Hardly noticed.  I walked into Middle Earth and was never quite the same again.  I fell in love with Gandalf and Frodo and Aragorn and Sam (him especially).  It was the sheer heroism of the hobbits that slayed me.  The friendship and the courage. 

    

I couldn't wait to share these novels with my son.  When he was about thirteen, I handed him the first one and told him he had to read it.  He refused, of course (him being the teenager now), and I understood.  Because I knew that he would try again and again, and that when the time was right, Tolkien would whisper to him in that magical voice, and my son would be as lost as I was.  And that is exactly what happened.  And I knew that somewhere, my mother was smiling...

 

 

Editor's Note: Kristin Hannah is the bestselling author of Firefly Lane. Her latest novel, Between Sisters, was recently released in paperback.

Comments
by on ‎09-01-2009 12:31 AM

By the time I was 8 I had read the Hobbit 30 times by myself. I desided to learn to read simply because my parents refused to read it to me anymore. I begged from the age of 61/2 to a little over 8 nightly for permission to read the other ones (LOTR). Why my mom was surprised I devored them in less than a month after begging that long... (chuckle) To say those books changed my childhood, is an understatement.

by harleyhoney on ‎09-01-2009 01:18 PM

I reread the Hobbit and LOTR at least once every five years.  And each reading is just better and better.

 

Nancy

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