Still pretending to pack. I don't know why I'm stalling so much. Could be that as long as I keep up the guise of "packing", I've a fool-proof excuse for my room looking like shit. "I'm packing, Ma. I need to have all my crap laid out on the floor so that I can organize it." Wank. But I've been getting away with it.
Ehn. Might as well jump on the bandwagon of book discussions. What did I read as a kidlet that stuck with me...
The classics, mainly. Black Beauty, Treasure Island, Around the World in Eighty Days, The Jungle Book (I and II), Little Women, The Three Muskateers, Tom Sawyer, Huck Finn, The Call of the Wild, 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court, Robinson Crusoe, The Wizard of Oz, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass, etc. Stuff like that, especially the latter seven. My head was constantly filled with Big Adventures in Strange Lands.
Oddly enough, the Encyclopedia. Not the whole thing, mind, but I used to weird the other kids out by going for an Encyclopedia while they headed straight for the Judy Blume. Later on it was my history books for school. I love big, informative texts that make others sleep like they've been hit with an elephant tranq. Can read them for hours and not get sick of them. (And that's all I've got to say on the Tolkien-thing going around.)
My mother's cookbooks. I can never create a character without giving them a diet that reflects their personality. Yes, I know I'm weird.
I read all the Arthurian mythology I could get my grubby little paws on. Mythology books in general. Lots of influence there.
The Giver and The Lord of the Flies. Strange and slightly twisted stories that very much endeared themselves to me.
But my absolute favorite book as a child was Olly Onion. No contest. I actually gasped when he lost his brand new shiny bicycle. My Very First Book, and I never once tired of it.
Ehn. Might as well jump on the bandwagon of book discussions. What did I read as a kidlet that stuck with me...
The classics, mainly. Black Beauty, Treasure Island, Around the World in Eighty Days, The Jungle Book (I and II), Little Women, The Three Muskateers, Tom Sawyer, Huck Finn, The Call of the Wild, 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court, Robinson Crusoe, The Wizard of Oz, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass, etc. Stuff like that, especially the latter seven. My head was constantly filled with Big Adventures in Strange Lands.
Oddly enough, the Encyclopedia. Not the whole thing, mind, but I used to weird the other kids out by going for an Encyclopedia while they headed straight for the Judy Blume. Later on it was my history books for school. I love big, informative texts that make others sleep like they've been hit with an elephant tranq. Can read them for hours and not get sick of them. (And that's all I've got to say on the Tolkien-thing going around.)
My mother's cookbooks. I can never create a character without giving them a diet that reflects their personality. Yes, I know I'm weird.
I read all the Arthurian mythology I could get my grubby little paws on. Mythology books in general. Lots of influence there.
The Giver and The Lord of the Flies. Strange and slightly twisted stories that very much endeared themselves to me.
But my absolute favorite book as a child was Olly Onion. No contest. I actually gasped when he lost his brand new shiny bicycle. My Very First Book, and I never once tired of it.