So, over on our new group blog GotYA, we’re starting an end-of-the-week tradition: Flashback Fridays. It gives us a chance to reminisce about things we loved during our formative years (and for the super young uns, those are occurring RIGHT NOW! This very minute! Yes, some of you are FORMING as we speak! Um….) and then blog about it! Please, we’d love to have you join us! We’ll be blabbing about everything from music to fashion to books to prom (plus, YAY—no more scratching your head for topics on Fridays if you don’t want to, because we’ll provide them for you! We’re cool like that.)

And the first ever Flashback Friday topic is…drum roll, please… books we grew up with. I could bore you for months with my love affair with the entire Black Stallion series by Walter Farley, or the plethora of dog stories that used to steal all the space in my room (like Big Red and Lion Hound—hey, how ironic is that? Have you SEEN the giant lion hounds that take up the bed in my room nowadays? They put the books to shame in space-hogging ability!)

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Wait, that's not an Irish Setter.

Wait, that's not an Irish Setter.

Um, wait. That’s not the Big Red I remember.

Anyway, if it had an animal, I read it in grade school. I also read my sister’s Wrinkle in Time series ad nauseam. That giant thing with eyes and feathers was kind of like an animal, right?

Do you think I can leash walk it?

Do you think I can leash walk it?

By high school, I’d moved on to beasts of the two-legged variety. I gobbled down the romances I stole from my mom’s closet—the more sordid the cover, the better—but honestly, all of the bodice-ripping, alpha males kind of ran together in my mind. Plus, I think the sex scenes traumatized me. I mean, reading Skye O’ Malley at age fourteen? MEEP!

The two books that really stand out from my high school years are: Fletch by Gregory MacDonald, and Flowers in the Attic, by V.C. Andrews. One is an adult mystery, about a fast-talking investigative reporter with a string of ex-wives and several alimony lawyers hot on his trail while he tries to solve a murder before it happens and bring down a drug ring (and, OMG, NO! The movie is NOTHING compared to the book! Nothing, I tell you! Chevy Chase is NOT Fletch!) and the other? About a brother and sister who get it on after being locked in an attic for years with their other siblings by their evil grandmother. Or aunt. Or the creepy nanny who wanted to steal them for her very own. No wait, that was a movie. I can’t exactly remember who anymore, but trust me when I say someone locked them in the attic. Because if they just stayed in there of their own free will to have kinky brother-sister sex, well, that’s just kinda lame. A later book in that series has the dubious honor of introducing me to the word corprophagia. You know, in case you were wondering.

creeeppppyyyyy

creeeppppyyyyy

Hmmm. Maybe I should have stuck with my dog stories, after all. At least when they eat poop, it’s kinda normal. Seriously, though, I love, love, loved Fletch, and ended up reading every book in the series (cuz I’m neurotic that way). I’ve loaned it to just about everyone I know and hubs and I still have a battered copy lying around somewhere. I’m not sure what I’d think about Flowers in the Attic nowadays, because I haven’t read it in forever, but this post has given me a hankering to go check it out. But not a hankering for poop. Because, ew.

I think his sign says it all.

I think his sign says it all.

So, your turn. Which books did you grow up with?

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8 Responses to “Flashback Fridays with GotYA: Books We Grew up with (hint: some of them involve poop!)”

  1. Kathy Says:

    Enid Blyton’s books were my favourites during primary school. I devoured them :) Also, the Baby-Sitters Club and Christopher Pike’s “horror” stories.

    In high school, I was a huge Anne Rice fan. I read just about every one of her books.

    In uni, I read Ken Follett, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Amy Tan, Matthew Reilly, Elizabeth Kostova, J. K. Rowling, Stephenie Meyer etc.

  2. houndrat Says:

    Kathy–oooh, I read Amy Tan and Ken Follett, too. Also Jeffrey Archer. J. K. Rowling and Stephenie Meyer came, just a, cough, few years after high school, cough. Or maybe a bit longer than that. :D

  3. JennW Says:

    Love this idea for a blog post! And I remember Flowers in the Attic – great one.

  4. Krista Says:

    LOL. Yep, by the time I was in HS, I was reading all of these too. Totally devoured the VC Andrews books in 8th grade. And yes, talk about a OMG moment when Chris jumped on Cathy, and they got it on in the attic. My favorite VC Andrews were the Dawn, Secrets of the Morning, Twilight’s Child. And yes, I also stole copies of my mom’s historical romances with the pulsing members and love mounds, lol. Joanna Lindsey, Kathleen Woodiwess, and Virginia Henley were my early p*rn!

    I should have done some of these from my older years. I went straight for the books my elementary and middle school age.

  5. Jennifer (Herb) Says:

    Oh my, I remember babysitting and getting the descriptive romance books from the lady I sat for, wow, if my mom would’ve known what I was reading. And Flowers in the Attic – definitely freaky to me.

  6. Veronica Says:

    I was always way too afraid to read Flowers In the Attic. I felt like it would make me stare at a wall for hours after I was done or something. And what is UP with that weird Madeleine L’Engle cover?

    Twinsies.

    That is all.

  7. Jamie Says:

    Oooo Flowers In the Attic. I need to read that one again.

  8. T.H. Mafi Says:

    LOOOOL

    got poop??

    (i know. i know! i should’ve learned more from this post. SO SUE ME! you said POOP!)

    heeeeeeeee

    <333

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