Category Archives: books

The first books

Whenever I go home for a visit, I always feel a twinge of nostalgia. Even though I’ve made a home for myself in Cleveland, the house in Springfield where I grew up and where my parents still live will always be home.

When I went home for Easter last weekend, I decided to bring my childhood books back to Cleveland with me. They were sitting in boxes in my old bedroom (now my dad’s man cave) along with a few other keepsakes that refuse to fit in my one bedroom apartment. Fortunately, I’ve got organizing skills that are beyond this world so I was able to clear two precious shelves to showcase my collection of children’s books.

When I opened the boxes, I was overwhelmed with memories: Little Golden Books, dozens of American Girl and Baby-Sitters Club books, and a book of nursery hand rhymes my parents must have read to my brother and I a hundred times. They were all there.

Now they’re displayed proudly on my bedroom shelves. Their brightly colored spines greet me every day. They remind me where my love of reading came from. And to think, it all started with a couple of Berenstain Bears, a quick-witted detective named Nancy, and a bunny that liked to say goodnight to the moon.

My mom gave me my first Nancy Drew mystery. (For some reason she gave me the third one first, "The Bungalow Mystery.") Although I only own two, I've read dozens of books from the series.

Another book passed to me from my mother. The Little House series were the first books I remember being completely enamored with. Laura was always my favorite, although I imagine I'm more like Mary.

A few of my favorites. These were bedtime staples in the Moseley household.

In my book, "The Berenstain Bears" are some of the best children's books out there. This year marks their 50th anniversary.

I picked up the Baby-Sitters Club in third grade. Some girls read Judy Blume, I read Ann M. Martin.

Oh, American Girl. Anyone who knows me knows I was a DEVOUT follower of the entire franchise. I have all the books and nine of the dolls. (Yeah, I know, I should just stop talking before I sound even geekier.)

What are your favorite books from your childhood?

Book nerd ink

“Those were the Rommely women: Mary, the mother, Evy, Sissy, and Katie, her daughters, and Francie, who would grow up to be a Rommely woman even though her name was Nolan. They were all slender, frail creatures with wondering eyes and soft fluttery voices. But they were made out of thin invisible steel.
― Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

My sixth tattoo, and surprisingly my first book-oriented one. One day I’ll get around to posting pictures of my other tattoos. I apologize for the shadows and such. Trying to photograph your own arm is kind of awkward. Many thanks to Eric at Voodoo Monkey Tattoo in Ohio City!

Into the Wild

I firmly believe that the book is always better than the movie. Although I was impressed with the movie Into the Wild, I still wanted to read the book to learn more. The movie fascinated me, and it stuck with me. I was totally in awe of Christopher McCandless, whose two year journey across the country inspired the book, and later the movie. I was amazed that a young man could cut off ties from everyone he knew, make up a new life and never return home. He wanted to go on a great Alaskan odysessy, but it’s what killed him in the end. But anyway, back to the book. Just like the movie, it stuck with me. It took me deeper into McCandless’ life, before and during his cross country trek. While the movie portrayed his parents as a dysfunctional, money-hungry couple, the book did the opposite. Yes his parents’ had their problems, and yes, they believed in being successful, but the book also showed the depth of their loss. To be parents and to lose your child,that will never be understood by the average person, but Jon Krakauer (the author) did an amazing job of showing the reader what McCandless’ family went through. Krakauer also compared some events in his life to McCandless’, reminding readers that everyone has a desire to get away from reality and prove themselves. Unfortunately, reality is inescapable. Krakauer realized that as a young man, and I think McCandless realized that too, just a bit late. I don’t know why this book (and movie) stuck with me. I’m nothing like Chris. I have no desire to go to Alaska and live off the land. I don’t read books by Tolstoy or Thorough (I much prefer the beautiful insanity of Fitzgerald), and I get along quite well with my family. Still, I understand his desire to leave and make a new life. Everyone feels like that at some time. I think we all have a fantasy of leaving home to explore the great unknown and then return home safely. When McCandless was discovered dead in 1992, people said he was either suicidal, an arrogant kid or someone who confused the stories of his literary heroes with reality. Still, I think in the end, he realized he couldn’t stay away forever. As he discovered: “Happiness is best when shared.” Even though I’m not like McCandless and even though people criticise him, I think we can all agree with his purpose: to find something bigger than ourselves. Krakauer’s book let’s us know what Chris found.