30 Day Book Challenge: Day 4

Much like yesterday, today’s topic is open to interpretation.  It’s asking for a book that reminds me of home.  I’ve talked about this before other places, but I don’t know that I ever have here on the blog.  I think maybe I talked about it over at Amy‘s one time?

Home.  That’s kind of a loaded word, isn’t it?  What is home for someone who’s moved around a lot?  What is home for someone who’s never really felt like they’ve belonged anywhere?

A Book That Reminds Me of Home

Emma Bull’s War for the Oaks.  I talked a little bit about my relationship with the works of Emma Bull in a post that not many people read (here), and I know I mentioned previously that this is one of my All Time Favourites.

So, why does a book about a battle between the Seelie and Unseelie Courts in modern-day (well, in the 80s) Minneapolis remind me of home?

That’s really hard to say.  I read this book for the first time at a really rough time in my life.  I touched on it in that other post linked up there, but from ages 8 to about 15 were really really difficult for young sj.  Home to me at that point in time was almost a bad word.

Home was a place I didn’t want to be.  Home was a place that was full of fear for maybe doing or saying the wrong thing, or even just breathing wrong or making an inappropriate (and sometimes involuntary) facial expression.

I carried this book with me everywhere for several years.  It had its own pocket in my backpack.  I was living in a really rural town in NW Montana at the time – school was over 20 miles away – but because of the circuitous backroads routes needed to pick everyone up (and I was the first and last stop!), I’d have to be on the bus at around 6 each morning, and not get home until around 4 each afternoon.

That was a lot of time I could devote to reading.  I read 2 or 3 copies of this book to tatters, and probably knew the whole damn thing by heart before things started to get a little better when the man my mother was married to finally left during my sophomore year.

I don’t even know why it (and the Bordertown books Mrs Bull contributed to with her husband) struck such a chord with me.  I think because part of me wanted so badly to be Eddi.  To have lived an overwhelmingly normal life for so long, only to end up swept away in a tidal wave of the fae.

I hoped that maybe someday something like this would happen to me, to maybe rescue me from the life I hated so much.

For a while, for young sj, this book was home.  And that’s probably why it’s the only thing I can think of to talk about today.

15 thoughts on “30 Day Book Challenge: Day 4

  1. I love this. I had books that were home when I was a kid, too. They went everywhere with me (I had those bus rides, too.) I still have some of them – all tattered and torn and covers-half-off. I’ll keep them forever. They saved me.

    • I moved from Montana to California when I was 17, and one of the boxes shipped was lost (the one with a lot of my books). I’m still sad when I think of all the memories that were packed up in that box. I know it might seem silly to people who don’t really understand the whole “books were my only friend” thing, but I physically ache when I think about it sometimes.

  2. I was about the same age when I started escaping into book adventures too. Those are the ones that really are timeless to be, and always hold a place in my heart. Great post.

  3. I read this book last year and while it didn’t really resonate with me, I get what you are saying. I too moved around a lot as a kid and coming from a long line of alcoholics, home wasn’t usually a place to relax and enjoy familial life. For me, Alan Dean Foster, Anne McCaffrey, and Mercedes Lackey were staples to bury myself in.

    • I can kind of understand why this book might not really appeal now. A lot of it for me is in its nostalgia value, but at the time, there was NO. OTHER. Urban Fantasy out there, and this whole thing was so amazingly fresh.

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    • Thank you. And thanks for clicking through these posts. I’ve been reading them again as you’ve liked them and am kind of proud of some of the writing. :)

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