Well, the first book I remember reading by myself that wasn't a schoolbook was Milly Molly Mandy - or it could have been The Family From One End Street, or possibly Mrs Pepperpot; but it was a little while ago, and they came along fairly close to each other, so perhaps it's understandable if my recollection isn't that clear ...
The first book I chose to read for myself (as opposed to having it picked out for me) was The Horse and His Boy, closely followed by the rest of the Narnia books (and incidentally, The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe was the first book which made me cry).
The first book I bought for myself was My Friend Flicka - it came in two volumes: does that count? Published by Dragon Books there was also a competition in the back to win a real live Flicka ... all of us horsy little girls entered and crossed our fingers, but no doubt to the relief of our parents, didn't win.
The first author whose name I noted down so I could look for other books by him was Ray Bradbury - actually two authors, Bradbury and Jack London, as I'd just read short stories by them in an anthology, and they completely blew me away.
The first book I ever read on an airplane was The Little Grey Men by 'BB', and the first one I got as a get well present when sick was Worzel Gummidge (my sister who was being ill in the adjacent bed got Alison Uttley's A Country Child) and consequently I'll forever associate both titles with Lucozade.
The first book token I was ever given was spent on Joan Aiken's The Wolves of Willoughby Chase; also the first of many agonizing buying decisions as to which book to pick, out of the many that I wanted.
The first author I was ever brave enough to write to was Susan Cooper: I really wanted to tell her how much I loved her books. And I also really wanted to know if she was ever likely to tie up some of the tantalising loose ends in the Dark is Rising sequence ...
The first library book which I coveted so much I repeatedly kept borrowing it in lieu of being able to own it was A Dictionary of Chivalry by Grant Uden, which had the most fabulous illustrations by Pauline Baynes: many years later I stumbled across a copy in a bookshop and spent a large part of my weeks wages on buying it - at the same time I also discovered a copy of another old favourite, The Seventh Swan by Nicholas Stuart Gray, which meant that I existed on cut price baked beans until the next pay packet.
The first book we read as a family was Lord of The Rings - as the youngest I was last in the queue but pounced on the books whenever anyone unwisely put it down so I could get my next LoTR fix.
There are lots of other books and authors - Giovanni Guareschi's Don Camillo stories, Michael Moorcock's Eternal Champion, Monica Edwards' Punchbowl Farm and Romney Marsh series, TH White's Once and Future King, and Isaac Asimov's Foundation trilogy to name just a few - that are memorable 'firsts' for various reasons which I won't bore you with here. I still re-read them from time to time: many are battered and held together with sellotape and love, but they all hold a special place in my memory, affections and on my book shelves.
But you know what?
Although I can remember the excitement of my Kindle arriving, and although it was an event that was a lot more recent (and more expensive) than the acquisition of any of the books in the picture, I can't for the life of me remember what the first e-book was that I downloaded ... how weird is that?
So what are your special 'firsts'?
So what are your special 'firsts'?
The Great Rosette Robbery and other stories.
My first Kindle book!
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