Top Ten Tuesday ~ Bookish memories

Good morning everyone!

You know how I feel about too many memes in a row.. But upon seeing the prompt, I knew I just had to do it and share them ~again~ 😘 There’s a few that I have told many times already, so they might sounds familiar to you.
Please let’s ignore the fact that i’m 3days early, as tomorrow is bullet journal time..

 

Top Ten Tuesday was created by The Broke and the Bookish in June of 2010 and moved to That Artsy Reader Girl in January of 2018. It was born of a love of lists, a love of books, and a desire to bring bookish friends together.

November 30: Bookish Memories (Share stories of your reading life as a child, events you’ve gone to, books that made an impression on you, noteworthy experiences with books, authors you’ve met, etc. Reminisce with me!)

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I tried my best to write them in chronological order; though as i’ve read all my life, this is kinda hard at times to remember when exactly it happened 🤣  so there might be some slight mistakes.

You’ll also see one of the main characters that impacted my most fond memories is my godmother; although my parents always supported me buying me books without restrictions & read me to bed, she had been the only reader in my life for decades.. as mother only found her love of books in her 40s when she got on dialysis.

 

❤️  My godmother is an avid reader, and I always adored to go to her house with her many bookshelves and books — she has the entire collection of « Tintin’s adventures » in french. 

In my childhood, whenever i’d go there I would beg her over and over to read them to me, mainly the same three, as whenever she did so she would change her voice for each character. I made her do it so much her throat hurt 😅. Upon growing up to when I could read them myself (and too old for her to do so), I would pick one to read before bed whenever I slept at her house. 

 

❤️  We have thoses small book salons; where they’d rent a college gym for a few days and they’d sell quite alot of books, aswell as maybe 15/20 « local » authors to have a table to sell their books and sign them.

When I was about 7, my godmother brought me to my first one a town over (ofcourse she bought me books!!)– when we came back I just COULDN’T stop reading, along with having this cardboard « spirou » hat on my head.. even when sitting on the toilet (oh yeah. Mother has a picture of that..)

We kept it a tradition for years, until I reached 13 years old as we then moved town 3hrs away, and so she wasn’t close anymore; the dates were kind of randomized, and she often couldn’t come because she was working. 

 

❤️  I moved school after I had done my primary, so I arrived at my current town for highschool (while the rest had been through elementary & middle school together- back home, we were such a small town that everyone fit in only one school from kindergarten to 8th grade) — so ofcourse I had known nobody except for my cousin, as of which her friends didn’t quite liked me and we had drifted apart growing up 3hrs away so I was mainly on my own.

I’ve never been a social butterfly.. and ofcourse being a new kid in a new school is scary. So instead of befriending my mates, I used to sit by my locker on dinnertime and read books. One even stopped me one time to ask me what the F I was doing (🙃 the time period where kids didn’t understood why one would even pick up a book for fun.. less so in FRENCH*) 

After that incident, I then moved to reside in the library to spend my dinner times. until an extrovert found me and for the last 2yrs I had remaining of school, we’d just walk circles around the school instead of reading so much.

 

❤️  Around the same time when I was in highschool (so between 13 & 17), My godmother’s now ex-husband was working at a blueberry picking factory. She would go see him on the weekends, which required her to pass by our town, so she would stop by our house and stay with us for a few days.

In the evenings, we loved to have this little “Reading and chat” session where we’d set up camp on her bed in our guest room and we would each be reading our books and once in a while talk to each other.

 

 

* It was a french school at a bilingual town, however, most kids used media such as books, TV & movies in english.. making them struggle with their french classes and such. Never been a concern for me being from a purely french-based town 😅

 

Do you have any bookish memories?