In response to Ron Vitale’s wonderful guest post, I invited some of the other authors that have done interviews or been reviewed to do the same. Richard Abbott shared his story in June 2013 and now Readers Meet Authors and Bloggers Spotlightee, Marian Allen share her journey.
For as long as she can remember, Marian Allen has loved telling and being told stories. When, at the age of about six, she was informed that somebody got paid for writing all those books and movies and television shows, she abandoned her previous ambition (beachcomber), and became a writer.
She is the author of several books and many short stories. Excerpts, buy links, free stories, recipes, adventures in knitting, posts by her cat, and more nonsense can be found at her website/blog, Marian Allen – Fantasies, mysteries, comedies, recipes.
I was lucky. My mother and grandfather were readers, and they both believed in reading to children. Every night, one or the other of them would tuck me in, sit down, and read me a story. We didn’t have a lot of money, but we had a big book of 365 stories, some of which were excerpts from novels. I don’t know if they read more than one a night, but I know I had favorites I would ask for over and over. My grandfather told me I knew them by heart, and would correct him if he read a word wrong.
Grandpa made up stories for me, too, to teach me lessons. There was one about a little squirrel who ran out into the street without looking both ways. It ended badly, but I seem to recall asking for a rewrite.
Back in my young days, programing for children was fairly low-key, and more than one children’s program featured people reading us books. Books were just assumed to be a part of life, like clothes or air.
When I got old enough to read to myself, I was given Little Golden Books. People of my generation and several generations after may remember these. They were sold in department stores, not just in bookstores, and they cost a quarter. I had The Poky Little Puppy, The Tawny Scrawny Lion, The Saggy Baggy Elephant and probably others.
Then we started going to the library. My mother used to get irritated with me because I usually had all my books read by the time we got home. I never understood that; I planned to read them again and again before we took them back.
I became a lover of books and reading at my earliest memory, and I’ve never lost that love. I’m one of those people who will read a cereal box or the fronts of magazines in the checkout line or whatever the printer has put in the margins of maps. It’s like I’m a vampire, and words are blood! No, no, it isn’t like that at all. I didn’t mean that. Erase that.
No, that’s kinda what it’s like.
Marian is also the subject of the Readers Meet Authors and Bloggers Spotlight! Check out the rafflecopter widget below for a chance to win a print copy of her book “The Fall of Onagros”.