Adult Coloring: Not Pornographic
Adult Coloring: Not Pornographic

I started reading at 3, so I’m assuming I started coloring about that age as well. I most likely started with a pencil and whatever surface was available. Then I was introduced to a box of 6 crayons and a coloring book.

I did not try and define myself. I was not a colorist or a child colorer nor was I an artist (not for lack of trying…another blog). I was most likely shown how to draw a picture by my mother who had found another way to get me stop talking all the time. Also good for a funny story. As a child (and a senior), I hated being talked down to. I was plunked in front of the television set. It was the Detroit franchise of Romper Room with Miss Frances. We (Miss Frances, all the unseen children and I) had finished “Romper Bomper Stomper Booing” and Miss Frances had said “Hi!” to all the generic names (which never included me) and it was time to get on with the program. Miss Frances spoke in a sing-song you-are-all-stupid voice. In this particular edition she said, “Now, children, go and get your crayons and paper. Miss Frances will wait.” (Yes, she spoke of herself in the third person. This is me typing and not smiling, I’m still annoyed.) I did as I was told. Miss Frances continued, “Now, children, dooo yooou know what weee are goooing to do toooday?” Apparently, Miss Josh said in a testy little voice, “No. But I know what I’m going to do today. I’m going to color” and turned off the television with a determined click and proceeded to sit there and do just that! My mother told this story until she died.

Thank you for sitting through that commercial break, now back to Adult Coloring. Unfortunately, I had a father who was an amateur artist (with friends who were real artists) and a portrait photographer. Therefore, at a very tender age, I was yelled at. “You colored outside the lines! Where is the shading? Where is the sun coming from? Ducks are yellow or white!”

A couple of tips here. If you want to stay in the lines, outline the area you want to color in the chosen shade. For some reason, the eye connects to the brain which connects to the hand and wah-la! you stay in the line whilst coloring. Use a pencil to draw a little arrow for reference: right top corner pointing to left bottom corner, left top corner pointeing to right bottom corner, top middle pointing to bottom middle. This will remind you where the sun is located for proper shading and can be erased later. When you are 3 or 4 you need reminding.

Does Bugs Bunny need proper shading? Does Donald Duck need trousers? (Okay, legally in some countries that one is “yes.”) Welcome to the wonderful world of being told how to color.

Then, I met Nancy. She lived up the street and was younger than me but there were very few kids in my neighborhood. We both liked music, American Bandstand, and the hunky guys on ABC nighttime programming. When we colored, we would ‘sign’ the photos with initials and then try to guess who we colored as! *sigh* One day Nancy’s father, who was a milkman (who drove a truck and delivered milk to houses and stores and would occasionally take us on a ‘run’ and we would get free comic books with the covers removed from the store owners and at the end he would give us a dime each for helping) brought home a huge roll of paper on a stand with a cutter. He got it from a butcher shop. We tore off a piece of paper each and colored. When I finished, I went to get another piece but Nancy’s father yelled at me that “paper isn’t cheap!” and I didn’t color on that paper again, I stuck with books. Even that didn’t help. I had an Aladdin book and colored three dancing girls with blond, brown and red hair. Nancy yelled at me that Arabians all had black hair!

Needless to say, I stopped coloring until 1974. I was in the checkout line at Waldon’s Book Store and glanced at the ‘crafts’ shelves. I got out of line to check out what I thought I saw (been nearsighted since age 7) and, sure enough, it was an Adair Adult Coloring Book! I pulled it off the shelf and flipped through it. What was this? Just squares and stuff? I bought it! And my father couldn’t complain that I was coloring out of the lines (too confusing) and using the wrong color. There is no wrong color.

Well, there never was a wrong color. If a kid wants to color the sky green and the grass blue…shut up!

I still have all my books from the 70s and 80s and Dover free pages I had printed out in this century but then I saw a Facebook ad for adult coloring and joined. I may be up to over 20 pages at I’m writing this. And I was doing fine! I went to and bought some really cool books. I printed out free pages online (with credit to the artists). I got new pens and crayons and pencils. I was one happy camper. I’m never a happy camper for long…

Now, I have been told that despite numerous articles in magazines, like O Magazine, and newspapers, like The Detroit Free Press, and even late night ads for relaxing coloring books, that they were all wrong! Dang them!

I go to a Facebook page and find cartoon people in a sex act and am told that this is adult coloring! It always has been. And we are stupid to think otherwise. People jumped right in with, “I’ve always just called myself a colorist.” “I tell people I like to color and leave it at that.” “I always wondered why people looked at me funny when I mentioned Adult Coloring!”

I, for one, have never been looked at funny over Adult Coloring. No one has backed away from me. No one has covered their children’s ears. Men have not sniggered, “she said Adult Coloring…snort snort.”

If people want to color nudes and call themselves Peter Paul Rubens (or Peter Paul and Mary), that is fine with me. But when you see an ad or an article about Adult Coloring, or when you hear someone talking about Adult Coloring books, calm yourselves down! No book burning here! No tying people to the stake and starting a bonfire. No hangings in my town square! Adult Coloring is not witchcraft or voodoo or pornography! It is just coloring! And if I go outside the lines, put your gun down! If I color a tree purple, keep your thoughts to yourself. Could I, just once before I die, be allowed to just color? Is that asking too much? I don’t think so…unless you live in a country where Donald Duck is banned for not wearing trousers. I live in The United States where Donald Duck originated just as he is!

Now, I will type this with pride:


Bugger off, thank you very much.

The Books You Need to Read This Book
The Books You Need to Read This Book
Faithfull: An Autobiography by Marianne Faithfull with David Dalton
miss josh emmett
copyright 2015

Although she repeatedly denies it, Marianne Faithfull is, indeed, a product of convent schooling plus her own extra reading. It is wonderful that she knows really big obscure words and speaks several languages. However, most people are not as lucky. Therefore, I would suggest that before you begin this book (I’m writing about the hardback version that is copyrighted in 1994), you gather these books to go with it:
1. An unabridged dictionary
2. Italian/French/Latin-to-English translators
3. Mythology 101: From Gods and Goddesses to Monsters and Mortals, Your Guide to ancient Mythology
4. The Zodiac Bible: The Definitive Guide to the Zodiac
5. Devils, Demons and Witchcraft

6. A coffee table book of the paintings of the greatest artists of all time
7. A compendium of poets and their works

For most of the book, one wonders if this is an autobiography of Marianne Faithfull or a biography of Mick Jagger. Once she sees him, although she is not interested at first, she becomes obsessed. He is never far from her thoughts. She believes every song was written about her or by her and, as his muse, she is responsible for the fame The Rolling Stones have enjoyed for over 50 years. Thank goodness she came into Mick’s life! Of course, she, also, gives full credit to Keith Richards, the man she truly loved and should have married (or was it Anita Pallenberg she truly loved and should have married?) and it becomes a bit confusing.

Her memory is full of contradictions. She loves clothes shopping, she “was never really into clothes”, she loves clothes shopping. She loves sex, “I hate sex”, she loves sex. (As a side note, in 2014, Marianne said in an interview that Mick was her only love but she hated having sex so much she had to let him go. She does write in the book that they had little sex after a certain point and just spent the time together in bed reading newspapers and books, it is just that bed is the most comfortable place to be. She didn’t mind Mick getting sex from others (male and female)…oh, wait! Yes she did!) (Brian Jones told Mike Douglas that “all the boys like Mick” (look it up on YouTube), so she might have been influenced by that as well.)

She devotes two sentences, one each in different parts of the book, to the loss of her and Mick’s child. How she really felt is left unknown but the act of miscarriage is a good excuse for why she needs to be left alone and do drugs.

Yes, we are left to feel sorry for Nicholas Dunbar, her son, and Brian Jones (whom she should have just lost custody of along with Nicholas).

Marianne often writes in various languages to explain her motivations and feelings. She doesn’t bother to translate any of these. They are not the ones we all know, like Miss Piggy’s infamous moi. They are not commonly known phrases like hoi polloi (us commoners…). And they are liberally sprinkled throughout her writings, and passim is used in the index. Maybe you are familiar with this term but I was not. It means here and there or another translation would be: “Mick Jagger is on most of the pages in my book!” She skips around, timeline-wise, as she remembers things, but does let you know when she actually remembers a date. Thank you.

But let’s get to the drugs. They are Marianne’s life and always will be, even when she clean and sober on occasion. Miss Faithfull truly believes that we will buy the fact that she remembers conversations she had, in their entirety, in the 60s. The woman says that the Small Faces were over often, yet she calls the bassist, in the text and the index, Ronnie Land. It is Ronnie Lane. Although I’m sure she did live on a wall for a period of her life, I get the feeling that much of what she writes is what she wanted to happen to her and she has wished for these things so hard that, at a certain point, she began to believe they truly happened. At this point in her life, fact and fiction are one and the same. Just a ‘for instance,’ there are photos of Mick and Marianne in India with The Beatles and their wives/girlfriends, but she says she and Mick went alone. One does tend to believe that every man wants to have sex with her because, in my opinion, she is ‘available.’ She constantly writes about how bold she is and how she states her ‘made up’ opinions quite boldly, even thought she admits that she made up stuff to go with her belief that we all are incarnations of gods and goddesses, so why not talk about it. She, also, admits that Mick never wanted her to be interviewed alone! No surprise there. Then she says she is so painfully shy, that she spent days sitting in a corner on the floor just adoring Bob Dylan, never saying anything. (They did, finally, have a conversation…or…by the end she had made up in her drug-induced mind that a conversation had taken place. And that, years later, he made a point of finding her because he thought about her all the time.) She tries to tell us (or is that herself?) that the drugs did not affect what she said but then blames them when she said things that genuinely hurt others (“Oh, so sorry. I was on drugs and didn’t know what I was saying. And besides, it was ages ago, so they shouldn’t be quoting me now anyway.” Her explanation of everything she told A. E. Hotchner for his biography of Mick Jagger). Should she have married Gene Pitney? Or Roy Orbison? Or any of the other men she said she had sex with? I think not. And, besides, she only married men she hated, like Ben Brierly who, by the time she married him, she loathed. And she does pass out tips, like, the best place to find men is in rehabs and institutions even they end up committing suicide over you; picking up men and taking them back to your country when they don’t speak the language are easier to dump if you give them 10 pounds and a note in English for the taxi driver; and a chicken recipe (which I have on good authority is quite delicious). (Alright, spoiler alert, Pitney ran away from the bed because it was too cold.)

I, honestly, believe that Marianne Faithfull does not want to be clean and sober. She worships drugs. They bring her fantastical worlds to live in and leave her with no responsibility for what she says or does. She is a woman who has found a place for herself in this world and should be left to live in it. Yes, about page 200 you can become a bit depressed reading the rest of book…or…you can jump into her world of “Mick Jagger, Mick Jagger, Mick Jagger but I love Keith Richards” and just go on a trip with her. The reading is interesting if you realize that the book should be filed under Science Fiction/Fantasy instead of Autobiographies.

And, no, I didn’t bother to look up tatterdemalion, you’ll have to do that yourself.

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Thank you for including Tuck Everlasting. I will say that I am olde...a leftover hippie aka top edge of the Baby many of the books came out after I was no longer a child. Well, who am I kidding? I NEVER grew up and YA books appeal to me much more the gratuitous sex and violence that make up the books today with a thin story thrown in around it.
My mother thought reading was only for learning. When she discovered I could read at the age of 3 she said, "Here. Don't ever ask me to read The Princess and the Pea again!" (She did know there was something wrong with my reading and made flash cards for: the, and, or, if, as, a...etc. and made me memorize them. Later it would be determined I had dyslexia, but I was in my 40s.)
Nothing could stop me from reading. She wouldn't let father read anything but the newspaper and the Bible. However, I fit in his chair when I was still 12 and he read books to me. Our favorite was The Secret Garden. One day she got sick of hearing the nonsense and put a stop to it.
She and my 14 years older sister could NOT put a stop to my reading! If I bought a book, she would rummage through my bedroom and throw it out. Hello, library!
In the 70s, with mother long gone, I read the Judy Blume, Bruce and Carole Hart and SE Hinton books. In my teens I did gobble up the Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys Mysteries (which I had to buy and hide really well because the librarian said they were too stupid to be in the library).
Finally, as a senior, everyone in the family is dead but me and, boy, do I have books!
Thanks for the article, I'll read the ones I haven't and reread the ones I have from your list. And, yes, I loved the Harry Potter and Maximillian Ride series among others!

The Life and Death of the Blue Balloon
The Life and Death of the Blue Balloon
miss josh emmett
Copyright 2015

The Blue Balloon started his life as a decoration for Sue’s surprise 50th birthday party.  (Pictured here with Sue (as herself), Dan (as her father), Josh (as the owner) and himself (on the top).

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The Blue Balloon traveled home to Josh’s apartment in a car and settled into a nice cozy ceiling with many little friends to play with.  The Blue Balloon was happy.

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Two weeks later, the Blue Balloon discovered he was not feeling well.  He dropped from his cozy ceiling and started drifting across the room looking for help.  It was late at night when he found himself a neat little hole and started lowering himself into it in despair.

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Josh found him there and thought, perhaps, the light of day would help.  But the Blue Balloon felt none the better and tried to get back to his dark hole.  Alas, he could not lift himself high enough to get over the night stand blocking way.

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The Blue Balloon could see no other way to end his sorrow and pain; so, to paraphrase Shakespeare in his play Romeo and Juliet:  “Alas, safety pin has been his untimely death, I see!”

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We will all miss the Blue Balloon, but while his life was that a brief candle, he lit our lives with his bright colour and bouncy lightheartedness.  God bless you Blue Balloon!

My Healing Prayer

At the end of Bible Study, a few minutes ago, Anita said, “Excuse me but I need to do something different for the ending.  I feel we need to pray for Josh.  Would everyone come and put a hand on her?” 

I was stunned. 

My stomach jumped. 

When a problem presents itself, if my stomach doesn’t jump I know things are going to be fine.  I’ve always said it is God talking to me.  When my stomach reacts, I know to brace myself.  Even when I had breast cancer my stomach didn’t jump and I breezed through it.

I closed my eyes and sat there.  I expected Pastor Janette to pray.  Suddenly, Al said, “I have a song for this.”  He just started singing a song about healing.  Then he started praying over me.  I could tell the finger was Jane.  Robert held my arm with his own mumbled prayers.  Al was talking about me needing something that only the Lord could help me with.  When he stopped, Janette sang Then He Touched Me. I could feel energy flooding through me.

When they walked away my heart was pounding and my body was tingling all over.  I could barely stand up and get to my apartment.  Jane, Anita and Janette hugged me, individually. 

As we waited for the elevator, I said, “I was so surprised that it was Al praying.”  Jane said, “I couldn’t believe it!  And he was saying all the right words!”  I said, “I know.  That is why I felt God was actually speaking through him.”

I asked who had put their hand on my head.  It was Anita.  I could hear her praying her own prayers.  I asked who just had a finger on me.  Jane said, “Me.”  And I said, “I knew it was you, I could feel it!”

When we were alone in the elevator, Pastor Janette said, “As I was praying in preparation for the meeting I had a feeling that some different was going to happen tonight and then Anita said, ‘I need to do something different’ and my mind said, ‘Here it is.’”  I said, “And Anita used the same word: different.”  Janette looked at me and said, “Yeah.  I didn’t hear that until just now.  It was the same word.”

So, I sat down and typed this up.  I can’t even remember Al’s words.  Everything was coming at me from all directions.  I could feel something moving in my body.  The Holy Ghost was with me so strongly.  I don’t need to know the individual prayers, the meaning of the words are within me.  My knees are still a little shaky and I still feel the tingling.  It is starting to abate, but my heart is still pounding.

I never had anyone do anything like that for me before.  It is mind boggling to me.

“Dear God, I don’t know why Anita had this feeling.  I don’t know what it means.  I know I was going to say that I felt better and I thought it was because of the Study.  It has been since the 10th of Dec, and now it is the 7th of Jan.  But I was sitting next to Anita and I think she had already begun praying for me.  I don’t know when You touched her soul, but thank you.  The past few days I have had fear attacks and felt anxious, maybe she felt that.  I was just happy to be with people of God again.  Thank you thank you thank you.  I am truly blessed.”

My New Bible Quote for the Year 2015
My New Bible Quote for the Year 2014

“Let every thing that hath breath praise the Lord.  Praise ye the Lord.

Psalm 150:6

Miss Josh Emmett
Copyright 2014

On December 11, the Jr. Optimists Club of Clawson came for our annual ‘Sloppy Joe Christmas Dinner and Card Making.’  I sat with Robert and Anita from my Bible Study Group, ‘Standing on the Rock.’  When we had finished eating, a young lady came over and asked to sit with us.  I was relieved.  I am usually surrounded by the kids, as that is why I go down.  Abbey grabbed a chair and joined us.  Robert made his card and left as he was getting tired.  Anita was going to drive to Toledo, Ohio the next day and, after making her cards (one for the name she drew and one for our soldiers overseas), she begged off.

Note: I drew Anita’s name.  When I went to the ‘Holiday Treats Workshop’ on the 17th, two unclaimed cards were on the desk.  Recognizing one, I picked it up.  It was card I made for Anita.  It got delivered.

So, that left Abbey and me and she asked about my Christmas plans as we still worked on our cards.  I told her that with my family gone and my friends in far away places, I spend the day alone.  I read Luke 2:1-20 aloud and meditate on the reason for the day.  Then I just sit and read.  Abbey stopped working and slowly looked up at me.  “Rea-lly?”  I was surprised.  Most people feel sorry for me but Abbey sounded envious for just a minute there.  I had found a fellow book reader!  Ahh, we know that feeling of a lovely afternoon of just sitting and reading with no one interrupting us!  Then she came to her senses and said, “Oh, I’m sorry.”  (She didn’t sound as sincere as she was hoping.  Fine with me.  I love my Christmases alone!)

Now we were off chatting about books and movies.  I suppose others would be bored but we were having a great time.  When the cards were done, she moved beside me and started telling me about her feelings about herself and her future.  I came up with some suggestions to help her find the answers she is seeking.  She looked at me intently and then said, “Thank you.  I’m really going to think about what you said.”  It made me feel wonderful.  As a Christian, it is my job to help others as often as I can.  It is the true gift of giving.  Then she asked if I would take a picture with her.  Rocco came over and took two.  (I wish he could have seen what he looked liked from our side of camera: A grown man with a camera shaped like a kitty cat!)

I thought of Abbey on occasion, including Christmas Eve day, and was so happy I had spent a great evening with such a nice, open, intelligent young lady of 14.  We hear about the bad things that teens are doing, we don’t read about all the good things, like the Jr. Optimists clubs.  I got my card, made by Alexis Nickopoulos (what a great last name, I’m sorry I didn’t get to meet her!) and Abbey had to leave.  I got my things together, stopped to tell Rocco how nice Abbey was and what a fun evening I’d had (and he said, “I know.  You always do!”), then went to my apartment.

On Christmas afternoon I was lolling around, in my jammies, reading, when there was a knock at the door.  I called, “Who is it?” and a voice yelled, “Abbey!”   Outside the door was my friend from the 11th and her mother, Karen.  With nothing more than ‘Josh’ to go on, they came over to this 15 story building with approximately 250 people and actually met a lady in the lobby who not only knew who I was, but knew my apartment number! 

Abbey brought me two books and a packet of double chocolate cocoa mix with a Christmas card.  She was so excited.  (Well, so was I except for the jammies!)  Karen told me that Abbey had talked about me at home and insisted that she needed to see me again for Christmas.  God bless her.  She didn’t care how I looked because she knew I would be just relaxing and reading.  We had our picture taken again and then they were off.

Don’t ever try and tell me that there are no miracles on Christmas because I had one this year!

Thank you Karen for trusting in God and your daughter and giving this possible lesson-in-futility a try.  You really made my day!  

Not Mayo!
So, I went to the demo on 'good holiday snack ideas'.  Well, no matter what, they all have calories.  Anyway, the guy asks, "Do you like sour cream or mayo in your onion dip?"  Scattered mumbled replies.  "Well, I'm going to use both!"  Shrugged shoulders.  He mixes in the onion soup mix, the sour cream and mayo.  As he adds the mayo he says, "Did you know that Lite Miracle Whip is just as good as the regular?"  Too late!  People, you either LOVE Miracle Whip or you HATE Miracle Whip with a purple passion.  That woke some people up!  He ruined the onion dip and he got told so by all the Purple Passion Miracle Whip Haters in no uncertain terms.  As I was leaving, later on, I said, "Never.  Ever.  Ever.  Call Miracle Whip, Mayo!  But thank you for coming and bringing the snacks and the recipes."  He said, "So, I learned.  And.  You're welcome."  I don't care if you're young or in your nineties, you never stop hating Miracle Whip!

Miss Josh Emmett
I finished putting away my Summer clothes and putting out my Winter clothes.  This has turned into a conundrum for me.  First, all the cool new shirts I got this year are dark.  And I enjoy wearing them and letting people read them.  So, basically, I sort through the winter shirts and put back the ones I’m tired of anyway.

However, the terms have change regarding the colours.  It seems we are now to wear dark in the summer and light in the winter.  It seems that the darker clothes prevent the UVA rays of the summer sun from getting to your skin.  Darker is extra protection.  And the lighter clothes let, what winter sun is reaching us, get to our bodies for extra warmth.

Have you checked all the great tee shirt sites lately?  TeeFury, Anglotees, Out of Print, etc.  Great shirts!  Dark shirts!  Some sites to offer some lighter colours, like grey or beige.  But the printed stuff you are getting the shirt for do not pop on the lighter colours.  Black or dark blue are the best backgrounds.

Now, I can see my changing over the light weight trousers for the cords, but that’s about it.  I am just going with the shirts I enjoy and the ones that match the cords for the winter.  Otherwise, I give up. 

I don’t believe there is such a thing as specific clothes for specific seasons unless you are a Dedicated Follower of Fashion.


  1. A Day at the Circus.  I’m not sure if that is the correct title.  It was a Little Golden Book.  I remember the entire story.  I ‘read’ it to my cousins.  My mother had me ‘read’ it to her the next day.  Although I was not diagnosed with dyslexia until I was my 40s, my mother knew I was actually reading and not just working from memory due to copious amounts of having my father read this book to me over and over, because I left out all the, what I call, non-picture words.  She made flash cards for: the, and, or, etc. and we worked on them until I could read every one.  The last day, she had me go through them again and when I got them all right, she threw them out, handed me the fairytale book and said, “Here.  Now, don’t ever ask me to read The Princess and the Pea to you again!”  I was three.

  2. A Child’s Garden of Verses and Princess and Pea (I know, short story, but it goes with this book in my mind).  These were the two books I loved the most reading as a toddler.  The Swing is still one of my favorite poems ever.

  3. Alice in Wonderland/Alice Through the Looking Glass and The Secret Garden. Once I started reading, I quickly lost interest in picture books.  But until I was about 10, I was skinny enough to sit with my father in his chair and he read these books to me.  I remember this time so vividly.  One of the few good memories of my childhood.  (He, also, read the Sunday Funnies to me and did all the voices.)  Finally, my mother put a stop to all this ‘nonsense’ as she was sick of hearing it.  (I still have both books.)

  4. The Little Prince.  Although I was too young to really understand it, my meme sent it to me.  I loved the pictures.  Today they remind me of manga which I, also, love.  Meme was the only person in my family to ever give me a book.  My mother read her mother the riot act.  I never received a book as a gift from a family member again.  (I still have the book, but lost the dust jacket.  I developed the habit of taking off the dust jacket to read a book at a very early age.  To this day, probably 60 years later, I still am very careful to remember where the dust jacket is.  Lesson learned.)

  5. The Miracles on Maple Hill and The Art of Origami. These are the two books that stand out the most in my mind that I borrowed from the library.  I tried to get my neighbor to read the first one and she said she didn’t want to read about Catholic things.  I explained to her that it was just a wonderful story about two siblings learning to get maple syrup from trees, but she thought I was trying to trick her.  And the second, I read in the summer in high school and when asked to do a demonstration speech in Speech Class, I got it out again to check the folding, and got an A for my speech!

  6. Nancy Drew.  Yes, I discovered mysteries in the forth grade and read everyone of these books.  I had to buy them as they were not in the library. When I asked the librarian why not, she replied, “Because they are stupid, cheap little books that do not belong in any decent library.”  I was very hurt by that remark and still am!

  7. To Kill a Mockingbird and Lord of the Flies. Outside of school, these were my first books that were much older and heavy reading.  I loved both of them!  TKaM is still my all-time favorite book.  My mother was from the south and told me never to be bigoted against Negroes.  She was raised by them.  I loved the feeling of TKaM as it made me think and understand some of the southern mind.  As for, LotF, I empathized with Piggy.  I knew all these boys from school.  In my case, girls, but bullying is bullying no matter how you word it.

  8. Judy Blum and S.E. Hinton.  I never found these authors until I was in my 30s.  I bought all the paperbacks by them.  And I loved every one.  I am partial to Sooner or Later and The Waiting Games (the sequel to SoL) because of the SoL movie with Rex Smith.  I still watch it and own the CD.  But that’s cheating. 

  9. The Little House on the Prairie.  Yes, I owned the entire collection and still have some of them.  They were just a pure joy to read.

  10. The Unauthorized Biography of the Beatles, The Godfather and The Exorcist.  Even as an adult, living at home and working, my mother would go through my room and throw out any book she found except library books and she would hound me about the date to return them.  After my father was banned from reading to me, his only recourse was to read the Bible all the way through every year or so.  (She did not follow any religion, although she listed herself as a Baptist, but she couldn’t bring herself to ban the Bible.)  Every day, I got off the bus in downtown Detroit in front of a book store.  How cruel was that?  I would look in the window, longingly, and move on.  When mother died in November of 1967 and I went back to work after the funeral, I looked in the window of the book store and saw these three books on sale.  I marched right in and bought them.  I was not a fan of The Beatles and I had a basic idea of what the other two books were about, but they were on sale!  (And they were hardbacks.  I’m still partial to hardbacks and most of the books I currently own are hardbacks.  I can read a softcover without breaking the spine and I don’t know how I developed this habit.  And I don’t own a Kindle.)  When I got home, I forgot I had to get past my father in the living room.  He asked me what I bought.  I told him, “three books.”  He said, “Well put them on the coffee table.”  He read all three books! And I can say, that after reading The Exorcist, I discovered that I did not like horror novels!  Lesson learned.

  11. The Crooked Shamrock.  In my favorite bookstore on Woodward Ave, Paperbacks, Ltd., I found this book on sale.  I went to this store weekly as they had all the overseas magazines for British rock groups.  One day they had table piled with books for $1 each.  The title caught my eye (yes, I do judge a book by its cover) and I bought it.  To this day, it is still one of my all-time favorite books!  A funny story that stole my heart.  (I still have it.)

  12. Tolkien and Victoria Holt (under all her aka’s).  The Hobbit and the Trilogy and anything about knights and the kings of, well, anywhere, were fun books, but I never pushed beyond them, because the rest of the books in that genre were listed as science fiction and I had no interest.  I gave each of The Who one of the Tolkien books as a ‘welcome to the U.S.’ present.  My world was pushed beyond mysteries.

  13. Star Wars.  I preferred mysteries above all books and I hated Science Fiction as it was too technical for me.  I did love unicorns and dragons, but didn’t really understand there might be stories about them.  I, certainly, was not going to a science fiction movie, but I did because everyone else saw this movie.  I was excited by it!  My imagination ran rampant!  I immediately bought the book.  In the 70s, they were categorized as scifi.  Now, I think, most people would say fantasy.  But it lead me to a world of fantasy, that went beyond Tolkein.  And I have never looked back!

  14. Oliver Twist.  It took me three times, borrowing it from the library, to finish it.  But well worth it.  (And, I will add, Gone with the Wind for getting-through-a-long-book category.)  This book introduced to me Dickens and I have loved him ever since.  He can spin a story like no one else I have ever read.  I still prefer the books to any movie or mini-series, with the exception of the play Oliver! the Musical. 

  15. Shakespeare.  I have never understood why I took to Shakespeare, like a duck takes to water.  Never had a problem reading or understand his plays and sonnets.  (Sometimes I wonder if is because I grew up reading the King James Bible…like the game, Is It The Bible or Is It Shakespeare?  I think most people would say that Romeo and Juliet is their favorite (and    Franco Zeffirelli's movie version is still my all-time favorite movie), but I love The Merchant of Venice.  Again, perhaps because I could identify with the characters.  (I own the complete collection of Shakespeare.)

  16. In Cold Blood, Ghost Story and The Stand.  I mention these books because I hated them.  They were boring and insipid.  I realize I am being redundant here, but I can’t be too redundant enough.  I, also, realize I stand alone.  These were best-selling award winners.  I am only proud to say that I forged on and finished all three.  And if you wish, I will throw in The Scarlet Letter, Red Badge of Courage, Flanders Field and The Canterbury Tales.  These were all books I had to read at school.  I don’t like being told what I have to read.  Was there a forced book I really did like, yes, Moby Dick.

  17. Harry Potter and Maximum Ride.  Finally, I have returned to YA (Young Adult).  Having grown tired of explicit sex, gore and over usage of foul language (I do have an imagination and I like using it), I have turned to YA.  Currently, they are well-written books on every topic you might enjoy and HP and MR are two of my favorite series of books.

  18. The Bible – King James Version.  I received my Bible from Gayle Kasch on 25.July.1994.  I have read it all the way through 4 times.  I read it twice daily and attend a non-denominational Bible study. To me, it is The Word.  It is the book I try very hard to live my life by.  It is the Alpha and the Omega of my reading world.  I praise God for this gift and will try and make Him proud of me every day.

I still prefer mysteries and fantasies, but in my old age (ahem) I have developed a fondness for biographies.  Always hated them.  Perhaps because I could not relate and the people didn’t interest me anymore than History class in school.  However, now that I have brought up age, I can point out that people my age are, indeed, writing their bios.  Simply put, I can relate to them!  Did they see the world the way I did?  Do they remember the world the way I do?  And it is not often that one can read bios about people they actually knew!  Perhaps, that is the draw.  People you knew or wish you knew.

So, many other books I could list through 68, and counting, years.  Books I loved, books I hated; no I can’t say I’ve ever read a book a felt “eh” about.  To me, books are as black and white and the ink and paper they are printed on.  And I know, that even if I were struck blind, I would continue to listen to books on tape.  Or blind and deaf?  I would learn Braille.  Books and music are my life.  Always have been and always will be.

Wonder what the library in Heaven looks like?  Can’t wait to find out!


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