Friday, January 7, 2011
The fabulous ladies over at The Blue Bookcase are hosting The Literary Blog Hop once again. It's a great opportunity to get to know some of your fellow lovers of great literature and pick up a recommendation or two. If you have a moment, take a look around and leave a comment here and there to let everyone know what valuable service they are providing to all of us. And, if you're here from the Literary Blog Hop, please feel free to settle in and take a look around. If you're looking for highlights, try our reviews of Ulysses, The Ginger Man, and Sometimes a Great Notion (our all-time favorite).
After all that, I almost forgot to answer this week's question: How did you find your way to reading literary fiction and nonfiction?
My love of literature, like many of you, I owe to my parents and grandparents. As a young child, my grandmother would read I Had Trouble in Getting to Solla Sollew, a Dr. Suess story very vaguely in the line of Homer's Odyssey, which I eventually came read myself. Between that first book and my first real taste of literature it's all a blur of Stephen King and Scott O'Dell (and even a little V.C. Andrews, I'm almost ashamed to admit). But Steinbeck's The Pearl at 12 was a real turning point, as I remember. I suddenly recognized real literary genius and the incredible connection between author and reader that can come out of it. After that, I basically put away the pop fiction (okay, I still read the occassional Clive Cussler) and became a devotee of literary fiction.
I re-read The Pearl on a lazy afternoon a couple of years ago and fell in love with it all over again.