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Favorite Childhood Story

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What was your favorite story when you were a child?

Mine was the Lord of the Rings trilogy. I had never even heard of it before my mother asked me if I had read it already. I got so curious I marched directly to our library in search of it.

The first part, the Fellowship of the Ring was on loan to someone, so I borrowed the second part and began reading the trilogy from the Two Towers.

I was hooked. I have such a vivid imagination the words brought the story alive in my mind. I could not wait to get home from school to continue reading.

When Frodo and Sam were at the Mount Doom, Orodruin, I held my breath. I was so immersed into the story I almost jumped out of my skins when my mother decided to tell me at that very moment that dinner was ready. I quickly waved her off (she knew I’d come soon) to read how the hobbits expected to die. And how they were rescued.

After that I searched Silmarillion, and all the other stories of Tolkien from the library. I illustrated the story with the skills I had, and painting those illustrations made the story all the closer to me.

I learned the story by heart, and used it to learn languages better. I bought the trilogy in French, German, Swedish… It was easy learning – I did not need a dictionary. If I did not know a word, I remembered what was meant.

I saw Ralph Bakshi’s Lord of the Rings film, I bought the comic books. And when I heard that the story was to be made to a film by Peter Jackson, using all the modern technology that would make great illusions possible, I was over the moon with joy.

It was hard to wait for the first film, but I shared the waiting with a coworker who also loved the story. And the movies were such a wonderful experience… Only problem was that I remembered the stories too well, and noticed every deviation from the original story, which I had learned to love.

I do love both versions of the story, but despite all the special effects of the film it can never create such a feeling of wonder as the printed word did to the mind of a child. Do I dare to say I almost prefer the printed version because of this?

When I remember how deeply I felt about the story, I understand how important it is to teach children to read books. They learn language, but also how to handle their emotions safely. They learn to see a story from the viewpoint of many characters. And they learn what a great escape books can be from the sometimes difficult everyday life.

That, if anything, is true magic.

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Throwing Books Away

If there is something I just cannot do, that is throwing any of my books away. I respect the work of the author too much, I appreciate what they are trying to achieve.

In a fiction novel the author creates entertainment, and feelings, complete new worlds even, so the reader may forget their everyday life (everyone can do with a little escape from reality once in a while), and hopefully close the book feeling happier for reading it.

In non-fiction book the sheer amount of work the author has put into their book should make everyone appreciate their book. Creating such a book can take years of research, revision and writing.

Only once in my life have I literally thrown away a book. I got boxes of old books from people who were going to throw them away, so more often than not, I came to the rescue. This little book probably came in such a box, from an old lady. It was written by a religious extremist in the beginning of the 20th century, and was so full of hate against… well, everyone who wasn’t of the same religious view as the writer, really. I read a few pages, promptly opened the front door and walked to the garbage bin to throw it away. Now I don’t mind anyone explaining their world view, but I do appreciate the decency of listening and respecting the world view of others as well. That is called civilized behavior. And this book showed utter disrespect towards anyone who  did not share the world view of the author.

Good riddance, I say.

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A great quote about books and time

Just as I had written about how the words of someone can touch you, even if millennia separate you and the writer, I stumbled onto this great quote by carl sagan:
“One glance at a book, and you hear the voice of another person, perhaps someone dead for 1000 years. To read is to voyage through time.”

Big Books

I have always loved big books. I read fast, and a thin book feels like a snack. I want proper literary dinner!

When we travel, and if there is leisure time to be expected, I buy the biggest (preferably historical) novel I can find. A paperback, of course. I remember once buying a 900-page novel before our trip to Greece. I was so happy to have found a book that would last the whole week. I read it in three days…

Because of my studies I have not had much time to read novels for five years, except in the summer. So now a book I read in three days may last two months. Often the only free moment I’ve had for reading, is when I eat after coming home.

My parents never said I should not read at the table. That’s probably because they read too. As did my brother. So I learned the habit of giving nutrition to both my body and mind simultaneously. And I still do.

Knitted kitty on a bookshelf

A white knitted kitty in front of a row of Egyptology books (I think she was looking at the “The Animal World of the Pharaohs”…

Books have always been my friends. On the pages of a good book I can travel to distant realms and times, experience deep emotions, learn about amazing things. They open the world in a way you cannot compare with anything else. You can travel with the written word at your own pace, return to what you have read, peek into the future.

The words of a book tell about the times and values of its author, and in reading them you can feel sudden connection to someone – even if they lived centuries ago. When I have been studying ancient Egyptian literature, I have had these fleeting glimpses of the ancient human mind.

And what have I found? The same humanness we all share; the seeking of love, friendship and safety. The yearning for acceptance, adventure, connecting with the divine. Like an unknown scribe, who lived millenia ago, extended their hand through times to me in their written word. When I connect to them by reading their words, I realize our essence has remained the same.

This use of the written word is the epitome of humanness to me. I would love everyone in this world to know how to read, so they could own the world in a way an illiterate person never can.  It is a marvel to be able to read and write, and to share one’s thoughts using these skills. To me this is the most valuable of all the riches of the world.

At the Bookstore

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A big shelf full of books at the bookstore…

At the Bookstore

Oh what a wonderful day… I had  a free day, and I got to spend two hours at the biggest book store around. I went through all the novels and history books and didn’t leave without buying… I actually climbed a ladder to reach an upper shelf to get a book.

I admit one of my dreams is to live in a house where I could own a huge library – as it is, I have bookshelves stacked with books in two rows, and even the space above the books has books squeezed into it.

I am sure all you bookaholics know what I mean… Thankfully I have an understanding husband who is used to seeing books on every horizontal plane…