Books I Wish I Had
An idle thought about Beverly Cleary turned into wondering where my copies of the Ramona Quimby books went.
I wonder what it would be like to look at them now. The ultimate comfort read? A bit of silliness?
I have a good number of the books I loved as a child, mostly beautifully illustrated poetry collections.And, of course, The Westing Game.
But I don’t have the novels I remember reading in elementary school. And rereading. The Ramona books by Beverly Cleary. The Little House on the Prairie books.
A very few Judy Blume books. Most of her books were so awkward and moody that I don’t remember liking them very much. Cringe-inducing! There was, of course, my much-reread and much-loved copy of Starring Sally J. Friedman As Herself. A paperback that felt thick at the time.
I’ve searched for the Little House books on Kindle, mostly to amuse myself with the cognitive dissonance of reading about bonnets and covered wagons on a digital device. They haven’t been digitized.
I think I’m relieved.
Also, I miss the library and library books! Since I started going to grad school, of course, my pleasure reading time has dwindled. And it’s not as though I don’t have tons of lovely books sitting on my shelves, waiting for their first read, and review.
But I keep getting into the mood for specific books I don’t own, requesting them at the public library, and then not getting myself there in time to claim them before the hold expires.
Poor orphaned books.