Due to not particularly extenuating circumstances, I’ve got behind on the Challenge so here’s the catch-up post.
Day 12 – Book that is most like your life
Day 13 – Book whose main character is most like me
Well, obviously I’m a 21st century version of Harriet Vane.
*waits for laughter to stop*
Ok, I suspect our life at present is pretty much summed up in any of the Calvin and Hobbes strips and the character most like me is probably Calvin’s Mom. She’s so ubiquitous to her son she doesn’t even have a name in the cartoon strip, you only get glimpses of the woman behind the mom. She’s a stay at home US mom and I’m a working from home UK mum but there are more similarities than differences in our homes. You can see her trying to create time for her own interests in the chaos of her family life and how her temper is stretched too thin by Calvin’s antics.
It was when we caught Rhys crashing his cars that it really hit how accurate Bill Watterston’s portrayal of a small boy and his stuffed tiger is. We can only hope that his reception class teacher is as formidable as Miss Wormwood.
Day 14 – Book whose main character you want to marry
Back to being Harriet Vane.
Obviously the only fictional man I would want to marry is Lord Peter Wimsey, the gentleman detective created by Dorothy L Sayers. He is considerate, intelligent, rational and has views on the role of women in society years ahead of his early 20th century roots. He is rich and generous with his money, he can afford enough staff to allow Harriet’s career to continue after they have children. He is perfect, never more so when he escapes to the countryside with his new wife in Busman’s Honeymoon.
For all that, I’d happily ignore the fact that actually I don’t fancy tall thin blond blokes who talk as if they have a mouth full of marbles. Any passing resemblance between Matt and Wolverine is entirely coincidental.
Day 15 – First “chapter book” you can remember reading as a child
I don’t remember which was my first chapter book but it was almost certainly an Enid Blyton story. I remember my Dad’s passion for gold ingots in Five On A Treasure Island and looking forward to finding out what happened next. I know we read the Famous Five series often enough that by the time he started to read it to my sister I was able to quote whole chunks of the text.
It’s hard to imagine being able to create a series of books now where children solve mysteries in apparently ordinary settings, like the Famous Five or the Secret Seven. Children have so little autonomy and independence that people are now criticised for letting their child walk to school unaccompanied, let alone camping and hiking alone for days. The likelihood of uncovering treasure or a spy ring in a soft play centre seems fairly small.