Series: Books That Shaped Me

Books That Shaped Me: Alice in Wonderland

Alice in Wonderland has a special place on my bookshelf. The faux leather bindings of the copy that I used to read with my mother are loosely repaired with tape that has lost much of its stickiness. It is part of the same collection of classics that contained Gone With The Wind, the second book, turned movie, that shaped me. But Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass are the big girl stories my mom let me read first. Apparently, according to some, in 1865 when Lewis Carroll (born Charles Lutwidge Dodgson) wrote this book full of anthropomorphized animals, he was alluding to various political...

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Books That Shaped Me: The True Confessions of Charlotte Doyle by Avi

When you’re a little girl in the quiet suburbs of Philadelphia, adventure and the open sea aren’t exactly easy to find. Even if I didn’t dream about raising anchors and feeling the wind blow salty water into my hair, I dreamt about freedom and independence. It was an old library copy of Avi’s The True Confessions of Charlotte Doyle that gave me the first taste of independence, vicarious as it might be, and started me towards understanding what that independence really means. Charlotte Doyle might be aimed towards middle-grade readers, but Avi doesn’t skimp on the action. Charlotte is...

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Books That Shaped Me: A Wrinkle in Time

Funny thing, it was the Babysitters Club that got me reading A Wrinkle in Time.  I was a voracious reader, and when my mom bought a milk crate full of old Babysitters Club books for me at a garage sale, I dove right in. One of the Babysitter Club books featured Claudia Kishi picking out A Wrinkle in Time and she read the first line from Madeleine L’Engle’s book: It was a dark and stormy night.   I was hooked.  I wasn’t even reading the actual novel yet, but still I was interested in this spooky sounding book with...

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Book That Shaped Me: Little House in the Big Woods

I honestly can’t remember a time when Laura Ingalls wasn’t as familiar to me as I was to myself. I don’t remember the first time I read her books, and I can’t recall the first time they were read to me: I only know that there was never a time I didn’t know her name and her story. Laura Ingalls was as much a part of my everyday life as my teddy bear, my parents, and my house. It can’t come as a surprise that I identified strongly with her. After all, we had the same name: the only...

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Books That Shaped Me: I, Robot

It was with some trepidation that I picked Isaac Asimov’s I, Robot as part of WWAC’s “Book That Shaped Me” series. I know that there’s probably something a little off about picking something written by a man in the 1940s and 1950s. Couldn’t I have picked something else? I was a voracious reader as a child, escaping into books, away from an awful home life with my father and a miserable existence at school, perpetually teased because of my apparent visible physical and mental attributes of an overweight, nerdy, anxious boy. I’ve read so many posts about the alienation...

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