This post is inspired by a fellow bookblogger, Stephanie at “Adventures of a Bibliophile”. I really liked her post and thought it would be fun (though time-consuming) to reflect back on those books that shaped me into the reader I am today.
Bear with me, as I’m starting with early childhood and I’m now in my early sixties.
Eletelephony (as a child I loved reading rhyming prose – still do if I’m honest)
Tom’s midnight garden (my favorite book as a child – this novel is responsible for my book addiction)
The secret garden (started my affection for manor houses, Yorkshire, and of course, gardens)
The prophet by Kahil Gibran (I was given this book by a customer when I worked at a grocery store after school as a teenager – loved it, this was my ‘deep’ phase LOL)
The mirror by Marlys Millhiser (I plan to re-read this title this year – just to see how much my taste has/hasn’t changed over the decades)
Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë (which remains my favorite classic fiction novel – I’ve read it at least five times and I’ve seen every film version – my favorite being the BBC version starring Ruth Wilson)
James Herriot (my love of animal stories, and Yorkshire, remains unabated)
The auctioneer by Joan Samson (I’ll never forget this one – my first introduction to thrillers/ with a horror element)The Hebrides books of Lillian Beckwith (I read some of these aloud to my mother when she was ill with cancer)
Prologue to love by Taylor Caldwell (another one I’d love to re-read…)
P.D. James and her Inspector Dalgliesh novels
The shell seekers by Rosamund Pilcher (my Anglophile tendencies show here)
Gabrielle Zevin (will never forget her “The storied life of A.J. Fikry)
Peter May (his Hebridean setting coupled with outstanding character studies won me over)
Fredrik Backman (honestly this man could make a grocery list interesting to read! – I’ve adored all of his novels so far and will make sure to read everything else he writes)
So folks, there you have it! You might have noticed that my personal canon is heavy on mystery/thrillers and literary fiction.
I guess my tastes haven’t changed that much after all…