I was reading a list of books that someone here at the U of C had listed on her LJ that she had read and I ran across something I hadn't thought about in many years. A Bridge to Terabithia. Just reading the name caused the story to flash into my mind and memories of how much I had loved that book were all I could think about. I've read many many things since then, textbooks, fantasy novels, comics, short stories, etc...but when I think about the books that I have touched my life the most, I constantly return to those I read as a child. If any of you haven't picked up a bridge to terabithia, I whole heartily recommend it.
There used to a sense of wonder in life. These books really took you places and you felt and you believed and you...belonged somehow. There was a certainty that things would work out in the end, even through the pain and loss. It's funny that for comfort and for wisdom that I would have to return to books written for children that I haven't read or looked at in over a dozen years.
A Wrinkle in Time
A Wind in the Door
A Swiftly Tilting Planet
A Cricket in Times Square
Bridge to Terabithia
The Boxcar Children
The Five Little Peppers and How They Grew
And I know there are more...but they lie just below the surface where I can't see them at the moment. I know they've had an impact because I can feel the force, but not see what is causing it, only the effect it brings.