I, Erin Tharp, am an addict. Or perhaps a hoarder. Don’t get the wrong idea, it’s not alcohol or pieces of trash that are my demon. It’s Kindle books.
I know I have a problem, yet I continue to buy. I already have some good ones in there: To Kill a Mockingbird. The Grapes of Wrath. And I’m reading a really cute cozy mystery now. Yet it isn’t enough. Start one, like it, and now I have every book he/she has ever written.
I remember as a kid trips to the library weren’t quite on par with Disneyland, but they were very close. I would check the books out (shows my age), knowing full well there was no way a fourth grader could read six books in two weeks (also in the days before online renewal). Hunting the library shelves (and now Kindle store) was a lot of the fun.
My sisters swear by the show “Intervention.” I’m not that bad. But I guess admitting that I have a problem is the first step.
I know a thirtysomething who despises math,
Even as a young girl she felt its wrath.
In school she tried and tried
But upon getting a test back, she just sighed.
That girl is grown; even today a good book she would much rather hath.
(Are you with me??)
I guess my love of writing started with one author, Beverly Cleary, whose books I have fond memories of reading as a kid. Ellen Tebbits and her woolen underwear at ballet class. Then Henry Huggins and his beloved dog, Ribsy. Actually, my dream would be to be a children’s author, and I thank her. She is my writing hero.
What I liked about those books, looking back, is the innocence about her writing. Who, today, would write a story about a pesky kid sister, like in the Ramona books? Now a story can’t just be entertaining; it has to have some lesson, like anti-bullying. I’m against bullies, but why can’t a kid pick up a book for fun?
It would be so flattering if Beverly Cleary wrote my biography!! You know that I’m disabled; I can’t walk, speak through an iPad, and have very little function in my hands that stemmed from an illness at age fourteen. Yes, my life is often very frustrating but I’m an optimist: I don’t know why this happened, but I am so blessed to have friends and family who love me in my current state. I would trust Mrs. Cleary not to focus on the gobblygook of my life, but instead write about the many silver linings my life has.