The Secret Garden. Mary didn't take crap, I liked her. I did not like Anne of Green Gables, although it would probably be considered another one of my primary childhood books because my mom really liked reading it to me.
Ah, I found a copy of Hannibal under my mom's bed when I was little (I was a snoopy kid). I had an uncle named Richard Harris who recently died, so I thought it was some mysterious book written by him that she put it under her bed to keep it from me (I was also a stupid kid). I caught on that it wasn't by him as soon as I realized we'd have more money if it was, and it was my favorite book for a while. My mom is a huge reader, but she's a bit creepy, so reading very graphic books was nothing new to me. She didn't like cleaning very much, so the floor and tables were always littered with books about Jonestown, serial killers, real cannibals, ect., and most of them had pictures. I wonder how that impacted my development.



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