Books, Books, Books
Here we are in the middle of February already. Time is flying by even faster than last year. This year will mark my 78th birthday, and I’ve been thinking about how much the Christian fiction selections have changed through the years.
When I was eight years old in 1944, I rode the bus to Jefferson Avenue in Dallas and transferred to a streetcar to get to the library. Since I went every week at the same time of day right after school, I became friends with people on the trolley line. They took care of me, too. Imagine letting an eight year old girl do that today.
The selection for young girls was sparse. I read all of Louisa May Alcott’s books and cherished Little Women. I read Caddie Woodlawn by Carol Ryrie Brink and books by Mark Twain and Lewis Carroll’s Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland. A writer named Janet Lambert wrote novels about teenagers that whetted my appetite to write my own stories. As a teenager I found a shelf of books by Grace Livingston Hill at our church library and read every one of them.
I ended up reading books over and over again because there were so few of them available that my mother would allow me to read. Today, we have shelves full of Christian novels that spark the imagination. Mysteries, romance, suspense, fantasy, and young adult books give every type of personality and appetite something to read.
I am thankful for those who took a giant leap into Christian fiction and provided us with so many good books. The walls of my office are lined with books by my favorite authors, and now my Kindle and Nook are loaded with books as well. I am never at a loss for something to read. May we never lose the desire to lose ourselves in a great story of Christian faith at work.
What books do you remember reading in your childhood? Did you have a wide selection?