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Day #16 of the 30 Day Book Challenge
This is Day 16 of 30 Day Book Challenge
The prompt is A book from an author you love that you haven't read yet.
Cyteen by C. J. Cherryh
Although love may be an exaggeration. I haven't read her in a while. I did however love her novels as a child. I should have picked one of them for the non-human category. My librarian aunt introduced me to C J Cherryh. My Aunt loved to tell stories - she used to tell them to her sisters, specifically my mother while they lay in bed awaiting sleep. My Aunt also wrote stories, including one entitled Miserable Thin Skin - it was about a woman in a mental hospital who has a lovely dream about being outside in a lovely garden, only to wake up in the padded cell.
She never published anything - too gun shy, I think. But she found great ways to convince me to read a book. I remember as a child - in the sixth or seventh grade, coming to my grandparents house in Liberty, Missouri to see her collection of books. She'd moved back to Missouri en route to Virginia.
My grandparents house was a small two bedroom affair. With a living room, attic - that served in later years as an extra bedroom, master bedroom, and another bedroom. The shower was downstairs in the basement/garage, and there were two bathrooms with tubs. A living room/family room, dining area and kitchen. It was small, cozy even. I remember when a tour of historic homes toured it - and people were amazed that my mother and her two sisters slept in the same small bedroom. My mother shared a bed with her sister.
Anyhow, I used to go there and take a stack of books out of the attic bedroom and read. I'd sit in a chair in the living room and read, while my grandparents either read, talked, watched television or did errands. And I read whatever I could get my grubby hands on.
When my Aunt visited, she introduced me to fantasy and sci-fi novels. Among them where books by CJ - specifically the Chanur Saga which I loved.
Cyteen is starring at me now from my own bookshelves, a large paperbook, wondering why I've yet to read her. I should. I really should.
The prompt is A book from an author you love that you haven't read yet.
Cyteen by C. J. Cherryh
Although love may be an exaggeration. I haven't read her in a while. I did however love her novels as a child. I should have picked one of them for the non-human category. My librarian aunt introduced me to C J Cherryh. My Aunt loved to tell stories - she used to tell them to her sisters, specifically my mother while they lay in bed awaiting sleep. My Aunt also wrote stories, including one entitled Miserable Thin Skin - it was about a woman in a mental hospital who has a lovely dream about being outside in a lovely garden, only to wake up in the padded cell.
She never published anything - too gun shy, I think. But she found great ways to convince me to read a book. I remember as a child - in the sixth or seventh grade, coming to my grandparents house in Liberty, Missouri to see her collection of books. She'd moved back to Missouri en route to Virginia.
My grandparents house was a small two bedroom affair. With a living room, attic - that served in later years as an extra bedroom, master bedroom, and another bedroom. The shower was downstairs in the basement/garage, and there were two bathrooms with tubs. A living room/family room, dining area and kitchen. It was small, cozy even. I remember when a tour of historic homes toured it - and people were amazed that my mother and her two sisters slept in the same small bedroom. My mother shared a bed with her sister.
Anyhow, I used to go there and take a stack of books out of the attic bedroom and read. I'd sit in a chair in the living room and read, while my grandparents either read, talked, watched television or did errands. And I read whatever I could get my grubby hands on.
When my Aunt visited, she introduced me to fantasy and sci-fi novels. Among them where books by CJ - specifically the Chanur Saga which I loved.
Cyteen is starring at me now from my own bookshelves, a large paperbook, wondering why I've yet to read her. I should. I really should.
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