Welcome to the Blogging from A to Z Challenge. Every day in April (except Sundays), I’ll be sharing a short bookish memory with you.
I read my first Margaret Atwood book when I was a teenager. The book was The Handmaid’s Tale, and it completely blew my little bookworm mind. I immediately wanted more Margaret Atwood books, and then I wanted more and more and more. I started with Atwood's novels and moved on to her short stories and poetry.
In high school, we had to memorize lists of literary devices, and I was okay at analyzing books for essays, but I couldn’t explain my love for Atwood’s writing. I didn’t have the vocabulary to explain it. Her characters and settings felt so real to me that I sometimes wondered if I was really reading fiction. Her books made me feel things and think things that no other book had before.
“She’d scoop us up and sit us on the white enamel kitchen table, alongside the pie dough she was rolling out or the chicken she was cutting up or the fish she was gutting, and give us a lump of brown sugar to get us to close our mouths. Tell me where it hurts, she’d say. Stop howling. Just calm down and show me where.
But some people can’t tell where it hurts. They can’t calm down. They can’t ever stop howling.” – Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
When I went on my first solo camping trip, I brought Margaret Atwood’s books with me. I remember sitting on a boulder by a lake with a notebook and The Handmaid’s Tale. Determined to figure out what made this story tick, I examined everything from verb choices to scene transitions to major themes. I filled pages of a notebook with everything that interested me about The Handmaid’s Tale.
I didn’t know it at the time, but those were the seeds of me becoming a book blogger.
|Me reading The Handmaid's Tale in a campground.|
If you have a blog, what made you decide to become a blogger?