In keeping with the theme of books (from my last blog post), this week the focus is on getting kids to read more. When so many children are going practically square-eyed from staring at computer monitors, iPads and T.V. screens, there’s a real need to spend time reading to younger ones, or planning regular trips to either the library or local bookshop.
I was reminded, last night, of how much reading I used to do in my younger years, by the #keepthekidsreading campaign being promoted on Twitter by @SummerBuzz, a Twitter account from Irish Libraries. My father was an avid reader – still is – and my aunt (on his side) would always buy us books for birthdays and Christmas.
Enid Blyton’s books were a favourite of mine. I’d say they formed 90% of my little library from the time I was about seven until I’d reached my mid-teens. And, although I’d an English teacher who criticised the long sentence structure, I do believe that they were (and are) a great asset in developing a child’s imagination. I remember, to this day, being unable to pass a cave on a beach without having a good look around inside for treasure, and feeling the urge to investigate wooden panels in any room that would happen to have them, in case a secret passage way would be hidden somewhere.
Back then we used to trade our books in The Banba Bookshop (I think it was in Rathmines). We’d spend ages in there picking books out. If we traded for cash we’d get a third of the price back, depending on the condition/age of the book. If we swapped we’d get half the value of our books, so we nearly always swapped.
I still have a few of my childhood favourites. I was doing a clear out yesterday of the book cabinets, and still couldn’t find it in my heart to bring the books (below) to the charity shop. They’re third hand now as I’ve read them, and my daughter has read them too.
Do you still have books from your childhood days? Which ones have become emotionally attached to? Have your children read them too?