I am taking part in this year's Blogging from A to Z Challenge. As a new blogger, I would really welcome feedback. This is my submission for G ...
... or how I grew up on thrillers. I spent my childhood overseas, without access to libraries and the specialist bookshops that we are spoilt with here; let alone the ease and convenience of amazon. Most people bought books in bulk and these rotated around the community. If all else failed, there was always the "book man" ... a man who went door-to-door selling secondhand books from a suitcase.
My independent reading started with Enid Blyton - I simply gobbled them up - and luckily she churned them out! Whilst I read and enjoyed "Mallory Towers" and the "Twins at St Clare's" series - ostensibly as research for my upcoming experience at boarding school - my particular favourites were the "Famous Five", the "Secret Seven" and the "... of Adventure series." It seems I stared out with a liking for a bit of action in my reading.
As I grew up and exhausted the supply of Enid Blyton, I moved to my parents' bookshelves. They burst with the thrillers of the 1950s and 1960s : Ed McBain, John D MacDonald and Alistair Maclean. I won't comment about the suitability of the reading material, but I've always done my informal learning - certainly learning about life - from novels. As I aged, I moved to the more sophisticated works of Frederick Forsyth, Robert Ludlum and the master - John Le Carre and my liking for action widened into the world of mystery and spying.
As the decades have passed, my taste has changed till my favoured gentre became literary fiction. But thrillers will always have a place in my heart. When you eat too much of one food, you can feel gorged and a trifle sick. So I love my sorbet reads - and a thriller makes a great sorbet read. Its a total change of pace and it clears my reading palate wonderfully.
Long may the man in the gaberdine raincoat reign supreme ...
What are your sorbet reads?
The Old Shelter
Iain Kelly Writing
Bit 2 Read
A Back of the Envelope Calculation
No Love for Fatties
What are They
Petrichor and Clouds