He was a really sweet old man, and I know that his name will come to me as soon as I post this. He talked to me about all the books I read when I returned them, and he would suggest other books for me to take out. He is the one who recommended David Copperfield to me the summer between grades 4 and 5 (a future post).
I think he just didn't believe in censorship of any form. So he let me sign it out, and I read it in a few days, horrified by the pictures, gripped by the events.
True crime is still one of my favourite genres.
I think I read this in my teens. Gruesome.
ReplyDeleteDid your parents know you were reading it?
ReplyDelete(And by the way, I like the new title of your blog.)
Not sure, though I wouldn't have tried to hide it. I was always reading back then, so I'm sure they didn't try to keep up on what book I was currently on.
DeleteWow. At nine? I think I was still reading horse books then!
ReplyDeleteNine! I'm laughing. And yes, I was reading horse books. Though a few years later I would probably have lapped it up!
ReplyDeleteNope nope nope nope
ReplyDeleteI'm trying to remember if I'd graduated from Nancy Drew at nine.
ReplyDeleteThe meaning of your blog title just came to me. Took me long enough.
I mean, they aren't mutually exclusive. I was heavy into Encyclopedia Brown at that point, too - Gosh - another post!
DeleteOoooo, Encyclopedia Brown! I loved those. I wasn't read them simultaneously with Helter Skelter.
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