Hello WriteByNighters,
Lately I've been rereading some Hardy Boys books, mostly because my work life has been bonkers and I need something that doesn't require much attention.
But also because I loved them as a
child.
The Hardy Boys were the first books that I got into on my own. I had read Dr. Seuss and all that, but with the help of my parents, and often under their supervision and
assistance.
But by the time I got into the Hardy Boys, I could read them by myself, alone in my room. I could follow these weird ageless kids as they went all around the world looking for
answers to horribly lame non-mysteries.
I was so proud to be devouring these books that every time I hit a milestone page, I'd find my mother to let her know: "Mom, I'm on page 50!" "Mom, I made it to page
100!"
I don't believe it's a stretch to say that if not for the Hardy Boys, I may not be as much of a reader as I am now. And if I'd grown up less of a reader, I can only imagine what I'd be doing with my
life now.
When I picture myself as a child, engrossed in a book, that book is always a Hardy Boys mystery.
What were your most formative books, or book? Have you reread them/it as an adult,
and if so, what was that experience like?
