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Jan. 22nd, 2011 09:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
enamouredIt's been a while!
I feel slightly better about everything, but at the same time I just want to write paragraphs about tropes and things that I love in fiction, like happy endings that have to be fought for and won, conversations between friends that seem like they could have been something I would have told a friend of my own, and the whole idea of two people who should not under normal circumstances be friends or remotely interested in each other coming together. I love happy endings and bittersweet ones in fiction, but I especially love the kind of happy ending when it's not the definitive end--when you know that it's half ending and half new beginning. I just wish I could get that out when I write.
Anyway!
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My first favorite book was an abridged copy of Little Women. My mom gave it to me when I was six. It was the first chapter book that I read on my own. About a year later I got Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing by Judy Blume from a book club starter pack that my dad ordered from me. I read and reread that book a countless number of times because I thought it was about the best thing ever, and it made me wish that I lived in New York and could have all sorts of crazy adventures, though not necessarily with the weird little brother.
In the same vein, Harriet the Spy became a favorite because of the New York adventures, and I liked that Harriet was a girl who constantly had her head in a notebook. Between those two books and the Baby-Sitters Club, I thought New York was the best place in the universe.
I also really liked the American Girls series. My fifth grade teacher had all of Felicity and Kirsten's books, and at the time they were the only ones I hadn't read (there were only five AGs at the time, and I had all of Addy and Samantha's, and I had checked out all of Molly's at the library). I also liked the Sleepover Friends books, which was kind of BSC-esque in a way. The only difference was that the club consistently stayed at four members and they were in fifth grade. If anyone ever thought that the Baby-Sitters Club stretched reality with thirteen year olds getting part-time jobs, the Sleepover Friends were allowed to ride their bikes to the mall at eleven.
I feel slightly better about everything, but at the same time I just want to write paragraphs about tropes and things that I love in fiction, like happy endings that have to be fought for and won, conversations between friends that seem like they could have been something I would have told a friend of my own, and the whole idea of two people who should not under normal circumstances be friends or remotely interested in each other coming together. I love happy endings and bittersweet ones in fiction, but I especially love the kind of happy ending when it's not the definitive end--when you know that it's half ending and half new beginning. I just wish I could get that out when I write.
Anyway!
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My first favorite book was an abridged copy of Little Women. My mom gave it to me when I was six. It was the first chapter book that I read on my own. About a year later I got Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing by Judy Blume from a book club starter pack that my dad ordered from me. I read and reread that book a countless number of times because I thought it was about the best thing ever, and it made me wish that I lived in New York and could have all sorts of crazy adventures, though not necessarily with the weird little brother.
In the same vein, Harriet the Spy became a favorite because of the New York adventures, and I liked that Harriet was a girl who constantly had her head in a notebook. Between those two books and the Baby-Sitters Club, I thought New York was the best place in the universe.
I also really liked the American Girls series. My fifth grade teacher had all of Felicity and Kirsten's books, and at the time they were the only ones I hadn't read (there were only five AGs at the time, and I had all of Addy and Samantha's, and I had checked out all of Molly's at the library). I also liked the Sleepover Friends books, which was kind of BSC-esque in a way. The only difference was that the club consistently stayed at four members and they were in fifth grade. If anyone ever thought that the Baby-Sitters Club stretched reality with thirteen year olds getting part-time jobs, the Sleepover Friends were allowed to ride their bikes to the mall at eleven.
