As I’ve mentioned on here previously, as a kid I read constantly. Frequently a book a day. So it should be no surprise that I sometimes read books that were technically above my age level. Some that i even hid from my mother, because I figured that she’d take the book away from me.
One of those books was Hawaii by James Michener. I read the book the summer after eighth grade. For those of you who have never read the book, it’s a sweeping saga of the history of Hawaii, approximately 1000 pages long, sex included. I devoured it, and finished reading the book in about three days (including a weekend.)
After that, I became more “adventuresome” in my book selection, although my choices were somewhat limited because I got most of my books from the school library. A Catholic school. No sex in those books. But that was alright, because I could find books that were written for more mature readers and therefore held my attention.
My mother was also a big reader, so I also started hitting up her bookshelf. And the books that no longer fit on the shelves and were being stored in the attic. That’s where I found “Ivanhoe” by Sir Walter Scott. It’s based in the era of knights and chivalry and Robin Hood. It was first published in 1820, but the copy I read was produced in 1928. How do I remember that? I don’t. I now own the book. It has a few pages missing, and is definitely worse for the wear, but it now has a place on my bookshelf.
The reason Ivanhoe stuck in my mind is that it didn’t have a happy ending for all the characters. Rebecca, who was quietly in love with the knight Ivanhoe, and knowing it would never work out between the two of them, gracefully bows out of the picture. I always felt bad for her, but admired her bravery.
(This isn’t the edition I own, but it’s in the spirit of the 1928 version.)
One last book before I close. Somewhere around my senior year of high school, i picked up a copy of Bury My Heart at Wooded Knee by Dee Brown. It was the era of the Vietnam War, but civil rights was still a very much discussed topic, but no one talked about the Indians—now called Native Americans. It was an eye opener for me, and to this day I pay more attention than many people to the ongoing battles that Native Americans have to fight to retain their culture in today’s society. It may have been what influenced me to have Native American references in my first book, Wolves’ Pawn.
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