I wish sometimes I could just live in a book and never come up for air. I think of all the stolen moments of my childhood, holed up in my bedroom diving into worlds of espionage, 18th century Britain– even worlds made up from myth, legend, and hearty imagination.
I remember sunny afternoons on a blanket in the front yard, my book the only shade from the sun. There were days when I stole moments in the pages at any free time I could. Breaks between classes. Over my lunch plate. Even at pauses in conversation.
Everywhere I went, I carried a book.
Some things have not changed.
And yet everything seems to have changed. The whole world has changed, and nothing seems as certain as pages beneath my fingers, hobbits at the gate, or Gatsby gazing across the Sound. Nothing seems big and possible anymore, over the moon fantastic. Reading is still an escape, but it’s also become a chore.
Find the time. Prioritize. Stay up later. Grab moments here and there.
Sometimes I wish I could live in a book, but not just any book–the books that opened my mind as a child. The books that made the world seem wide and wild, and yet completely at my fingertips.
I supposed what I REALLY want is to read again with the wonder of a child.
Prose Lovers! Do you ever feel this way? Just a strong sudden push for the nostalgic. I would love to hear some of your favorite books, especially those that have stayed with you since childhood.
For me, Little Women is one that I still reread to this day, and it takes me right back to the feeling I had as a child, curled up in an armchair next to the wood stove, reading as the sun sparkled off the snow outside. The Great Gatsby is another that I discovered as a young teenager, and then quickly read through all the F. Scott Fitzgerald I got my hands on.
Any of you Prose Lovers writers as well? What authors and writers have most influenced your style or inspired you to write in the first place?
I would love to hear from you 💕
P.S. If you would like to see how Fitzgerald influenced my early writing, you can click on the post below. It was written at the height of my obsession. Enjoy 🙂