The Ratatat Mystery by Enid Blyton. part of her Secret Seven Series. Part of my childhood living in remote small Aussie town reading about "jolly good " British kids like Dick and George. it was pure escapism. They seemed to be having a jolly more interesting time than me.
Yeah, I didn't feel like googling his name, it was on the tip of my tongue. It was something though, not the book per say, but the rumors of all the curses that befall people while reading it. I hadn't left home yet and after I finished reading a couple of chapters I would sneek the book into my sister's room so it would be there all night. She caught on and would sneek it back to my room before morning.
Probably some kids' book, but I've got a sneaking feeling that the first adult novel I bought (when I was in elementary school) may have been Splinter of the Mind's Eye, by the great novelizer, Alan Dean Foster...
If comic books count then PEANUTS was probably what I first bought and because my sister was a girl, I inadvertently was hooked on Archie, Jughead, and the gang from Riverdale.
Are those, like, supposed to be girly? I used to read those all the time. My mummo (extended family) used to have boxes of them for the kids that used to visit all the time.
Up until I was 13 I read and collected comic books then I started reading and collecting actual books and I believe the first one I actually bought was a Starsky and Hutch paperback. Oh the money I have spent on books over the years.
I don't remember the kids' books I bought. I think of the beginning of my reading career to be when my dad gave me his copy of Jules Verne's 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea. After that, I bought a bunch more Verne (probably Journey to the Center of the Earth was first) and Arthur C. Clarke (probably 2001: A Space Odyssey was first).
Ooh, tough question. What stands out in my memory (though it probably wasn't the first book I ever bought) were a couple of volumes of David Eddings' Belgariad series (I'd borrowed the first one or two from an uncle). It was close to Christmas, in my fantasy version of the memory it was Christmas Eve, but in truth not sure. Lots of people and traffic. Early evening so it was dark out. There was either rain or sleet and the streets in town were all shiny. I remember all the lights and how wet and cold my fingers were and the excitement of holding these precious things in my hands, possessing them. They were a self-selected gift, I think my Mum actually paid for them. I was thirteen I think. That was it. I was gone and in there, probably spent the holiday reading in bed. Made my Christmas.
Ay I rememeber Starsky and Hucth so well. It use to watch it all the times and one day at school I wrote an article about it. It was part of a task we had to do and read outloud in class. I remember the teacher losing her temper and accusing me of cheating someone else must have helped me in front of the class. She got so angry she did not believe I wrote it. I still remember it like it was yesterday. Go figure and what a story that was never forget it!
At the time I did, I was a teenager and it's a girl teenager book! Keep in mind, I'm 55 so that was quite some time ago!
55 ? You don't look it going with the avatar haha only kidding You don't sound it either so. You come across younger. Interesting you mention it is a teenage book going by the title I would have thought it was addressing a much older audience.
