Stirring the Imagination

As a writer, I am always trying to stir my imagination so the good stuff comes to the top. One simple way to do this is by connecting with my inner child. Children’s books can be a great escape and a fantastic way to rejuvenate a weary, stressed out adult-mind. C. S. Lewis said:

“No book is really worth reading at the age of ten which is not equally – and often far more – worth reading at the age of fifty and beyond.”

One of the first books that stirred my imagination was McElligot’s Pool by Dr. Seuss. I can still remember how that book awakened my creativity with its fantastic imaginary fish. I checked it out from my library countless times. I own it now, and still am awed by the pure imagination painted upon each page. It’s magical.

There are so many great children’s books. I love the funny rhyming poems of Jack Prelutzky and Shel Silverstein. Continue reading

Book Review: Kitchen House

The title of this book appealed to me–because I like to eat.  And once I read the opening paragraph, I was hooked and inhaled the rest of the story.  I love when a book kidnaps me and holds me hostage until the end.  This book bound and tortured me with a myriad of emotions that threatened to destroy me (okay, that’s a little melodramatic, but it was very intense).

The story is set in slave times in America.   The kitchen house was where the more ‘elite’ slaves served–the ones that maybe looked a little better and were ‘fit’ to serve the white Master and his family.  The kitchen help didn’t have to toil in the plantation fields, but their lives still weren’t easy, as this book depicts. Continue reading

Life on Hold–or Kidnapped by Books

When I read a book, something scary happens!  I get KIDNAPPED.

It’s not scary for me.  I have the time of my life, I can assure you.  But for my family who sees my body sitting on the couch reading a book, but cannot reach me no matter how hard they try…because I’ve been kidnapped into another dimension…it’s a little scary.

This doesn’t happen with every book I read…just the REALLY, REALLY good ones.  Mediocre books don’t suck me in and I’m able to hear what’s going on around me and answer questions and stop for a moment to empty the dryer when it rings, and pay attention to the clock so I know when to fix meals.

But if I get hold of a REALLY, REALLY good book…my home and family suffers.  The book literally kidnaps my mind…and my life is put on hold until I am ransomed. Continue reading