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Thursday, October 6, 2011

Book Challenge 21.

Day 01 – The best book you read this year
Day 02 – A book that you’ve read more than 3 times
Day 03 – Your favorite series
Day 04 – Favorite book of your favorite series
Day 05 – A book that makes you happy
Day 06 – A book that makes you sad
Day 07 – Most underrated book
Day 08 – Most overrated book
Day 09 – A book you thought you wouldn’t like but ended up loving
Day 10 – Favorite classic book
Day 11 – A book you hated
Day 12 – A book you used to love but don’t anymore
Day 13 – Your favorite writer
Day 14 – Favorite book of your favorite writer
Day 15 – Favorite male character
Day 16 – Favorite female character
Day 17 – Favorite quote from your favorite book
Day 18 – A book that disappointed you
Day 19 – Favorite book turned into a movie
Day 20 – Favorite romance book
Day 21 – Favorite book from your childhood

Day 21.

I in my youth was all about Richard Scarry. Cars and Trucks and Things That Go. I also loved Don Bluth's Rockadoodle. There is nothing I dislike more than cars, trucks, farms and country-swagger-Elvis-rock-about-sunshine. Reality is poor with these things. Scarry and Bluth set the bar too high.

I loved Don Bluth's characters because even the talking animals drank, smoked, gambled, ran away to the city to be in show business, got depressed, contemplated suicide, consorted with evil in a less-than-heroic manner, and were really scared of death. From what I'd gleaned from scenes of movies I wasn't allowed to watch and my own fear of mortality that I was confronted with upon seeing a commercial for a touring production of Cats coming to the Poconos, I was comforted by knowing that even though that major animation conglomerate was deluding everybody, Don Bluth and I know the truth.

Also: I Spy books. I remember them being super voyeuristic.

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