Reading In The New Year


When I was a tween, I always wanted books (and occasionally, records) for Christmas. All my girlfriends asked for makeup and clothes and shoes, but I wanted books. So my parents did their best to accommodate me, resulting in lots of rectangular packages under the tree every year. Most of the time my requests were easy to find, since back then you went to real-live bookstores if you wanted to buy books, so sometime around midday on Christmas I’d be found on the floor of the living room, next to the Christmas tree, already engrossed in whatever book I’d chosen from the pile. In later years I’d be in my room, listening to my new record with my nose in the book, but you get the point.

This year was no exception. I’d listed a bunch of books on my Amazon wishlist, and several of them found their way to me. Hooray! The book that pleased me most, though, came from my beloved husband. It’s the Tim Powers bibliography Secret Histories deluxe edition! Subterranean had put it on sale right before the holidays began, so it was actually affordable. And I spent all day after Christmas (well, once I’d driven home from my parents’ house through snow falling all over South Carolina!) reclining on my sofa, reading about Tim’s process through each and every one of his books.

I haven’t finished it yet, so you can probably guess where I’ll be today. I hope you’re all able to relax a little through this holiday time, no matter which one you celebrate. I wish you great inspiration and lots of writing energy, and I look forward, in the new year, to seeing some of your names on the shelf next to all of ours. Happy New Year, y’all!


8 comments to Reading In The New Year

  • Unicorn

    I am exactly the same, Misty – books fill the Christmas wishlist. Oh, except for that memorable year when I was about ten years old. I was very specific in my letter to Father Christmas. I wanted a stallion. He had to be enormous and black, he had to have a white star and a flowing mane. And he had to be called Silent Night. I spent half the night wondering how Father Christmas was going to load the stallion in his sleigh. Needless to say Silent Night did not arrive, and I was bitterly disappointed. About three years later we did get a huge black stallion named Achilles and I wrote a story about it with the moral “Our Silent Nights will always come eventually” so I got a book too, in a sense. πŸ™‚ Thanks for adding to the TBR pile.

  • Enjoy your book, Misty. I hope to find a little extra reading time this week to finish King Solomon’s Mines by H. Rider Haggard.

    I actually asked for no books this year since my immediate To Be Read list already fills two bookshelves.

    Happy Reading,

  • Records and books. Sounds very familiar. Happy reading, Misty. I hope that next year at Christmas there are tens of thousands of copies of the new Misty Massey book wrapped beneath trees throughout the country.

  • David Coe, you certainly know what to say to a lady to make her smile! πŸ˜€

  • I ditto David, Misty!
    My parents always ignored my book requests and bought classics for me — which I read. I then used babysitting money for the books I wanted or got them from the library. I love my parents, but they never understood my love affair with words and books. My dad appreciates anything that speaks of money and success. Mom’s an artist and sees in colors and numbers (which I never got, but synthesia wasn’t understood when I was young). Now that she’s older mom understands and reads everything (which is lots of fun for me as I introduce her to all my fave writers’ works!)

  • Sarah

    If there was a strategy to my parents’ present buying I think it was to give us things that could be used/enjoyed repeatedly. We usually got socks and pajamas – that took care of at least two packages per child. I went through books so fast that I think they thought it would be a waste to buy me too many books; books came from the library for free anyway. Also, I had such diverse reading tastes that I don’t think they had any idea what to buy me. The one time I remember getting books was year two of my horse mania. Since they couldn’t get me the horse I had been begging for, I got a huge stack of Marguerite Henry books and The Encyclopedia of the Horse, probably on the (correct) assumption that I would read these books over and over again. I can still tell you exactly what a bot fly infestation can do to the lining of a horse’s stomach.

    But we did go to the library about once a week until I got a job there in High School, so the books flowed pretty freely in our house.

  • Unicorn

    Sarah: And I can tell you exactly how hard it is to get bot fly eggs off a horse’s coat. πŸ˜‰

  • One year for Christmas my mother got me the entire L.M. Montgomery collection in paperbacks. I was able to read for quite a while with those. While my mother doesn’t read fiction she has always supported my reading choices. Most years she gives me books for Christmas and for my birthday. This Christmas she did not give me any books but she gave me a beautiful reupholstered reading chair.