Homecoming, by Cynthia Voight

Before I tell you about this book, let me say that finding the cover that I remember it having (the pinkish one that I posted up there) was a giant pain.  I even re-bought this book recently at the goodwill and it had this cover, but the one that I found every time I searched was this:

Isn’t that kind of way cool and trendy looking?  They did the whole series with these kind of covers.  If I were a kid, I’d go totally crazy for these books. Again.

Anyway.

I loved this book.  I think that there were three or four in the series about this family and I know that I read all of them, but I must have read this first one 20 times, no exaggeration.  I think that the first couple of times that I read it, I was probably too young to really “get” it and it is one of the first books that I remember that kept revealing new stuff to me as I continued to read it.

Dicey is just a young teen (maybe 14 or so?) when her totally unstable mother up and leaves Dicey and her three younger siblings at a shopping mall.  She just goes in, leaves the kids in the car and never comes back.  When they realize what has happened and that they are solo now, Dicey totally steps up and starts taking care of her younger siblings.  She gets into her head that they need to head north, where they have some relatives, so she leads these kids on this journey.  They have 10 or 15 bucks and they just do what they need to do.  They sleep and camp in random places, eat random food and just make it day-to-day.

What I remember mostly was that Dicey was in-freaking-credible.  Seriously, one of the best young adult heroines that I’ve come across even to this day.  I just remember being totally struck on how strong and good that she was.  She just got up every day and cheered up her siblings.  She didn’t know where their next meal was going to come from, but she didn’t let anything slow her down or make her second guess.  Even when she got to her relative’s house and they, um, were not what she expected, she didn’t crumble.  She was just awesome.

After thinking about this book and looking at the covers I’ve gotten myself all excited.  I wouldn’t be surprised if I pick this one up soon for a re-read.  It’s that good.

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Winnie-The-Pooh, by A.A. Milne

In my book, you kinda can’t go wrong with Winnie-The-Pooh, Piglet, Rabbit and ol’ Christopher Robin.  I remember reading this when I was younger and thinking, even then, that it was maybe the cutest thing ever written.  When Winnie-The-Pooh dressed up as a rain cloud, I’m pretty sure a collective “aww!” spread throughout the whole world.  Cutest frigging thing ever.

So I liked Winnie-The-Pooh, I do admit that.  However, at some point, my aunt and uncle must have seen me reading this book and decided that it was my obsession.  Every year from the time I was pretty young until I was way, way too old I got little Winnie-The-Pooh things.  If I remember correctly, they were even getting me Winnie-The-Pooh watches and figurines until well into high school… maybe after.  I just didn’t have the heart to tell them that while I enjoyed a good Heffalump story, it was by no means my favorite thing of all time.

This is the book that comes on the iPad, so recently I’ve revisited a little bit and I have to say, it is just as good as an adult.  This is one of the books that I really cannot wait to read out loud to my kiddies.

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Everyone knows that I love to read and that I plan on reading to Isaac until he does too, so I’ve gotten so many great books as gifts for him.  One of my friends even started collecting books for him when I first found out I was pregnant and gave me a whole basket of books at my baby shower.  It was the sweetest gift ever.  I literally cried.

I have just started organizing them and realized just how many he’s gotten. It’s unreal.  I just wanted to share them with you!

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, by Roald Dahl

After reading and being absolutely obsessed with Matilda in elementary school, I made quick work of Roald Dahl’s other books.  I am fairly certain that I read all of them and can’t think of one that disappointed.  His kind of dark humor and belief that kids are smarter than we give them credit for won my heart then and make them stick in my head now.

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory was pretty much perfection in my opinion.  Snotty kids, clueless parents, a factory (if you know me, you know I have a think for factories…), tons and tons of candy,  tiny worker men?  Perfect.

This led to a total with the original movie when I was younger and unlike a lot of people, I loved the Johnny Depp one too.  The Gene Wilder one is probably in my top 10  movies, but I thought that the Johnny Depp one was probably closer to the movie and made me laugh out loud. A lot.

When I was in high school, I was at a friend’s house on the afternoon of trick-or-treat.  We were just sitting on the patio talking and saw a perfect little oompa loompa riding a bike down the street.  I freaked totally out and told Emily to go in and get a camera while I chased this kid down.  He panicked, as I’m sure I looked like a crazy person.  He rode his bike faster than I could run, so we got in the car and chased him down.  This sounds so crazy now, but at the time it was totally logical.  Anyway, when we “caught” him, we just took a few pictures with him and told him what a perfect oompa loompa he was.  The pictures turned out great, so I framed one and put it in my room, such is my love for Willy Wonka.

Probably a full year or two later, my younger brother had a friend over and they walked past my room.  His friend turned to him and said, “Dalton, why does your sister have a picture of me up in her room?”  Hilarious.  It was the little oompa loompa kid and I had successfully freaked him totally out… again.

All this to say that my love for Charlie and the Chocolate Factory actually turned me into a creeper. I love it.

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Oh, The Places You’ll Go, by Dr. Seuss

I kind of have a thing for Dr. Seuss.  I love his whimsical character and fun rhymes and all the stuff that everyone in America loves about him.  This was never really one of my favorite books- I just thought it was kind of cheesy.

Let me tell you a story:  for my high school graduation, our “guest speaker” was listed as a girl who had graduated from our high school maybe 7 or 8 years earlier, something like that.  We all thought it seemed kind of strange, but figured that maybe she had done something really cool and really had something of importance to say. I am not kidding when I say that during the ceremony, when it was her turn to speak, she got up and said, “Hi, I’m so and so.  I graduated from this same high school and thought it was great.  I’ve brought some words of wisdom from someone much wiser than myself today, so I’ll just let him speak,”  and proceeded to literally read this entire book cover to cover.  She even held up the pictures for the audience like she was reading to a small first grade class instead of a whole auditorium full of people.

I wish that someone had been filming the reactions of my graduating class.  We were all just looking at each other like, “Is this for real?”  Oh, and it was.  She finished the book, closed it, and said “Thank you very much! Good luck to the graduating class.  May you go many places,” or something cheesy like that.

It was hilarious. When I get together with people that I graduated with, it is still something that we laugh about, just because it was so bizarre.  So this book that was always pretty cheesy to me became even cheesier, to the point of being delightful.  It makes me laugh to this day.

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The Outsiders, by S.E. Hinton

So, I loved this book when I was growing up.  I read it when I was pretty young and saw the movie and thought that it was all pretty great.  Then, in maybe 6th or 7th grade (I really have no idea) we read it as a class and I learned that not only was S.E. Hinton a woman (I had just assumed that a man wrote this book), but she wrote this when she was 16 years old.  At the time, I really wanted to become an author and this was more encouragement to me than I can even tell you.  It made me love it even more.

I loved their names: Ponyboy, Soda Pop, Dallas, Two-Bit… how can you get any cooler than that?

Seriously though, the issues touched on here: life, death, classes, friendship… it’s all deep stuff that’s just done in this really great way.  It’s all about teenagers and written by a teenager, so I think that it touches on how these issues are perceived by teens in a real way.  I think that that is why a book with, let’s be honest, not a whole lot of literary-merit has had such staying power.  Seriously, great stuff.  The “nothing gold can stay” bit? Classic.

And I know I’m supposed to be talking about the book, but the movie? Awesome.  Rob Lowe, Emilo Estevez, Matt Dillon, Tom Cruise, Ralph Macchio, Patrick Swayze, Diane Lane…. how can you beat that?  I’m of the opinion that not a whole lot of good came out of the 80’s, but this is everything that is great about the 80’s.  Awesome.

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Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark, by Alvin Schwartz

I have always been a little bit morbid.  I know I’ve told you that before, but it just comes up so often.  This week I was struggling between Summer of My German Soldier and Scary Stories.  Huh?  I guess even as a kid I was quite the prolific reader.

Anyway, I completely loved this whole series.  Most of the stories were adapted from urban legends and myths like the hook man, the baby-sitter getting calls from inside the house, the killer in the back of the car… that kind of stuff.  The pictures were just as creepy as the stories, sometimes even creepier.  I remember there being creepy songs and poems and jokes and tons of ghost stories.

I remember one of the stories (not sure if it was in this one or one of the sequels) where a girl always wore this ribbon around her neck.  She falls in love with this boy and he always asks her about it.  One day, either she offers to show him or he just takes it off and her head plops off- that was all that was holding her together.  *Insert girly screaming here*

I was in Girl Scouts the whole time I was growing up and I remember this being one of those essential packing items when going on a camping trip.  After we were supposed to be asleep we’d read these by flashlight and just totally freak each other out.  This really is one of my fonder book-related memories.  So much fun.  I remember getting one girl all worked up and crying and we didn’t want her telling on us for being up late so we resorted to gossip and who “liked” who until she fell asleep… then we got to the really creepy stories.

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The Complete Grimm’s Fairy Tales, by Jacob & Wilhelm Grimm

I don’t know where we got it, probably from a garage sale or a thrift store or something, but when I was growing up we had this giant copy of Grimm’s Fairytales.  It didn’t have pictures, but some of the letters were done in this fancy script.  Mom read to me every night before bed and we ended up back on these all the time.

Maybe I was just a morbid kid, but I remember just loving the fact that all of these were so bloody and crazy.  Cinderella’s sister cutting of her heel to fit it in the glass slipper is one of those images that made me squeal and has stuck with me my whole life.  I also remember that in The Frog Prince, he turns into a prince after the crazy, lonely princess throws him into the wall.  No kissing for her! I loved going through school knowing the “real” story behind these fairytales that we were reading.  Let me reiterate: I was totally morbid.

There were also a ton of other stories in there that never quite made it big.  I remember one about a little girl who was mean and nasty to her parents. She got sick and died.  When they tried to bury her, her arm would not go below the dirt so someone hopped in and beat her until it stopped coming up again. Wha!? I had totally forgotten about that until I watched Carrie recently and noticed the parallel. So creepy and strange.

I also remember one where a fisherman catches a fish who grants wishes and his wife keeps getting greedier and greedier with her wishes until they are left with nothing.  I don’t know why, but I requested this one over and over and over.

I wonder if parents still read these to kids?

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The Babysitter’s Club Series, by Ann M. Martin

I have put off making this my “Flashback” for so long because I do not even know what to say. For me, these books were IT. I read them for years and had a full bookshelf of them by the time I decided to give them up.  I had also become part of the fan club so I had all these other little BSC trinkets and even a Dawn doll. No, for real. I was obsessed.

I was a pretty nerdy kid, so I did nerdy stuff a lot, but I have this one memory that sticks out in my head that specifically involves these books.  I had just gotten the newest one and my friend Crystal came over to play. I was headed outside to climb a tree in my backyard and read, and told her that she could pick up a BSC book and come read with me.  She looked at me like I had grown another head, but she went to my room, got the first one and followed me outside.  For about 10 minutes, we sat together and read and then she was like, “Really, this is it? Are we going to do something fun?” and I just looked at her with my mouth hanging open. As if this wasn’t the most fun way for 10 year old girls to spend their summer afternoon!  I told her I wanted to keep reading for a little bit so she climbed down the tree and asked me to call her when I wanted to do something fun.  I spent the day reading and called her the next day when I knew the fate of Kristy, Mary Anne, Claudia, and Stacey. So funny.

I could go on and on and on about this series and how much I loved them, but I will spare you. I’ll just answer the questions that every BSC fan would ask:

Who was your favorite? I was always really partial to Claudia just because she was so effing cool.  I liked how she was laid back and scatter brained and wore the craziest clothes.  For years I wanted to be like her, but I always knew deep down that I was actually probably more of a Kristy: loud, bossy and take-charge. Ah well, a girl can dream.

What was your favorite Super Special? Super Specials were these big, thick books that shifted points of view between the girls.  They usually took place during some big event or in a different location than Stoneybrook.  I was really, really into camp when I was growing up so the one that they were camp counselors  was always my absolute favorite.  Years later, I went on to be a camp counselor for a summer, probably as direct result of my obsession with this book.

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Where the Red Fern Grows, by Wilson Rawls

I know that I’ve told you guys before that I learned to read pretty young and that the town I’m from had the crappiest library of all time.  I ran out of books to read there all of the time and even as a kid would get so frustrated.  The children’s librarian’s name was Mary and she was this hilarious woman who was truly passionate about kids reading.  She would set books aside for me all the time and hand me an armload of books every time I came in.  One time, this book made it into my pile from Mary.  She told me that it was one of her favorite books and she wanted to know what I thought.

I was maybe 8 or 9.  I got into it immediately, and I just remember getting to the end and flat out ugly-crying.  I could not believe how sad it was.  This was a time in my life that was kinda rough- parents divorcing, lots of big changes- and my emotions were totally screwy.  I remember reading it again right away just because that cry at the end was so incredibly satisfying. I remember reporting back to Mary and telling her that this was one of my favorite books too and she was satisfied.

Over the next few years, I probably checked this book out once or twice a year and read it.  I loved the story and the pups- Big Dan and Little Ann- and the boy and their adventures, but to be perfectly honest, I was mostly addicted for the deep emotions that it brought out in me.  It got to the point that I could just think about it and tear up.  That may sound like a negative, but sometimes a good cry is just about all you need.

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