Book, that is. (Ya, get your minds out of the gutter people) No, I’m not talking about your favorite picture book your parents used to read to you at night. I’m talking about the first book you ever read because you wanted to and not because it was part of the curriculum.
The book that seemed to spring straight out of your daydreams and bring you on the perfect adventure.
The book that was so good you stole it from your elementary school library in fourth grade only to stumble upon it in an old box at your parent’s house twenty some odd years later.
Or maybe that’s just me.
In my case, this book was ‘Into The Dream’ by William Sleator. For years I remembered the plot line like the back of my hand but the title constantly eluded me. Until some serious Googling finally bore fruit (woah-that phrase wouldn’t have made any sense ten years ago).
Here’s the back blurb:
‘Every night Paul has the same frightening dream. He’s standing at the edge of a vast empty field, trying to move toward a large, glowing sphere. A small boy is in terrible trouble…and Paul must save him. Paul’s convinced he’s losing his mind—until he learns that his classmate Francine is having the same harrowing dream! The two of them are determined to solve the mystery and save the little boy—before their night-mare becomes a terrifying reality.’
I’m going to order myself a new copy of this. I haven’t read it since fifth grade but from the reviews, it sounds like it’s just as good as the kids from my generation remember and I find it funny that even as a ten year old, my tastes for paranormal were already well defined.)
Does anyone else have a book that stuck with them from a young age and reflects the kind of writer they’ve become?